Shovelheat

Shovelheat

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That was a good read! Interesting! I loved the dialogue between you and the...stranger? (and the whole experience would be kinda weird too. Even a little spooky!)

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Wow. I just checked out your link and...wow! You have a lot to say! I'm afraid I just can't sink my teeth into such subjects, though. I guess 'cause no matter how much I rail and scream there's not a thing I can do about any of it. But rock on, sistah! You tell 'em...

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Ah a BBQ sandwich, an ice cold beer, and a near tussle with a coupla Mexicans. Life doesn't get any better than that... Be careful out there, Mason!

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My own graduate school... now there's an idea! It could be dedicated solely to literature Maybe have a unicorn for a mascot? Just an idea...

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Shovel: Is there a difference between fantasy girls you'd (by you I mean, like, guys in general) want to bed and the reality of what kind of girls would be fun/enjoyable in reality? I call it the "WKRP in Cinncinnati syndrome" - Everybody was always all hot 'n bothered about Jennifer Marlowe (Loni Anderson's character) but...the one the guys reaaaallly wanted was Bailey Quarters. I think because she was more down to Earth, more...I dunno... obtainable?

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Around here we call it "the Easter spell" because we always seem to get one more blast of cold around Easter. (Kinda like rain on the forth of July) if the mood strikes me and if time permits I might actually write something worth reading... I hear ya, Zoo!

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Are you trying to tell me that I'm destined to be an old maid? Hahaha...no! Everything's gonna be okay! I'm just looking at you with so much life in front of you is all.

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First days of spring…..blue sky, bright sun. Everything is gradually becoming fresh and green. Carrying my bowl, I walk slowly to the village. The children, surprised to see me, Joyfully crowd about, bringing my begging trip to an end by the temple gate. I place my bowl on top of a white rock and Hang my sack from the branch of a tree. Here we play with the wild grasses and throw a ball. For a time, I play catch while the children sing; Then it’s my tur

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