howdy em, i briefly met you sittin' outside of dose beeps at a poetry meet. you were painting the wall behind the door during the reading and a buddy of mine chatted you up about yr van and whatnot.you pro mo'd yr back pockets.just saw yr in the golden age show..so yipppee. so am i. see you around, praps at the big house or sumthin. keep rocking,you draw very very well. you seem to be jist boisting wif creative energy!jeff d
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"Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much."
Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1.