i take a deep breath and march into the forest. this will be my lifes adventure. this will be my certain death. carrying nothing but sleeping gear, water and a walking stick i will track a bull moose in the heart of rutting season. i will stray as close to the beast as i can until it kills me. if im lucky ill find a climbing tree when it charges me
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your words create a deeper longing for the forrest.
there is no such thing in Florida, specificly Naples. times are strange.
once I sent you an E mail but I hate Email and I never use it so i would never had known if you responded. that is the true ugly grimmace of my laziness. tell me more you goddamned sandman.
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your words create a deeper longing for the forrest.
there is no such thing in Florida, specificly Naples. times are strange.
once I sent you an E mail but I hate Email and I never use it so i would never had known if you responded. that is the true ugly grimmace of my laziness. tell me more you goddamned sandman.
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i once recieved that email you sent and have since replied to it. read.
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