1997? After I'd moved back to Long Island from Calabash, this postcard arrived from the Rebels down south. Click on the cookie to read the card. Oh, they were high...
No, you're right. But there's no replicating the decadence again. The mischief and its magic have vanished into the ether, leaving only these literary artifacts behind...
Literary? Creativity? I was stoned out of my face! I'm surprised there aren't gnawings at the edge of that card (ala Bad Ronald) to fend off the munchies as I scrawled my ramblings in a post-MST3K bongathon fugue state...
Oh, I'm alive, dammit, I'm alive: I have the same bong to prove it!
1997? After I'd moved back to Long Island from Calabash, this postcard arrived from the Rebels down south. Click on the cookie to read the card. Oh, they were high...
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awesome. sometimes i fear those days of creativity are gone. then i fear the creativity only comes from the decadance. i'm wrong, right?
No, you're right. But there's no replicating the decadence again. The mischief and its magic have vanished into the ether, leaving only these literary artifacts behind...
Are we even still alive?
Literary? Creativity? I was stoned out of my face! I'm surprised there aren't gnawings at the edge of that card (ala Bad Ronald) to fend off the munchies as I scrawled my ramblings in a post-MST3K bongathon fugue state...
Oh, I'm alive, dammit, I'm alive: I have the same bong to prove it!
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