Motorbikes, outfests and number crunching theorist my-space monks

Three (3) days until our house goes up for sale. Been doing nothing but painting, cleaning, fixing for last three weeks. May pay-off if we can sell and make 30K in 8 months. (closed on the house in Oct 04)

Need a chance to breath, and read. Walk with me camera eye, and obsorb silent blue skyline, mixed signal stereo, and the lips of my sleeping partner, my silken, my forever girl. Sarah.

I find it hard to keep my eyes off your, when you walk by. I find it hard to think of anything but skeets and milk toast orgasms. Thank you for coming along with me. My tight rope quail.

We're headed to the Ozark Mountains for a week. Family reunion, BBQ, boats and beer. Fireworks bang out numbers in the year, reminders of when I could shoot bottlerockets from my teeth.

Shadow fall on my shoulders, to bear burdens of history. As do woman and men everywhere in all places, the Ozark Mountains. What is your claim to fame?