THE SUNNY SKY carries me to the next area of travel. Sarasota is in the mix. Listening to breezes and trees and instant messages. I begin to understand orlando. IT WILL DO. Turn this back a notch. Shot of scotch. Brilliance in being. HANDWRITING STARTS TO SMELL LIKE SATURATED FATS and penguins once again. Those little bastards eat at my picnic. WHY am i thinking of this right now? I need to make a collect call. It will do. It will do.
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