To: abuelita who wrote (10490 ) 4/2/2000 9:35:00 PM From: Jim Willie CB Read Replies (4) | Respond to of 35685
what the hell is going on? I say, I say, what the heyo is going on? a cork, tight cincture, butch, and presto, you are one of the guys speak whenever the urge overcomes you I would like to put garlic butter on myself and a certain someone, then roll all over her and the beach tomorrow I see her, and would love to put butter all over her lithe little body what a sexy little defect-free body, it turns me on methinks the Viral Thirdpersonenza inflicted more than a few I feel personally responsible for aggravating it all spent most of the afternoon weeping in despair over this to relieve my grief, undertook cleaning dust bunnies all over my house but the house is only the size of six postage stamps but now my house is clean, spotless, but so much sand paced for the next hour or two the despair and guilt by now is horrible, weighty, dark, gloomy images of Greenspan on a horse backwards run thru my head interest rates, yes interest rates, that is important cannot have high interest rates, never never, no never not Alan's fault, he is an economist economists suck, they suck, they are all hacks I think I am hallucinating, except nobody who hallucinates imagines hallucinating I reach for the juice bottle and find only sour milk my day is worsening by the hour juice is good, I love juice, the world needs juice I love milk too, but juice is better, much better now I am in real trouble being a doctor, I prescribe an enema and foot massage has always worked in the past ohhh so warm, feels good, really good, feels too good, I feel bad my feet feel nice, nice, but they want to model again the feet are jealous of my arms JW is paying too much attention to the arms, strong arms my clothes suddenly feel so constricting so I remove them all I feel free, and must run to the beach, yes the beach I am finally free the sun is warm, it feels good, and I am free THIS IS FLORIDA, I LOVE FLORIDA, FLORIDA IS SUNNY AND WARM sincerely, Jim Willie