boynamedsue

Back from four days in Pismo. The poems flowed like wine in rome when people still knew the amazing quility of a good orgy.

I am home and I am not home. I keep forgetting to remember.

I imss the bigga frigga, go build in hell and the one. I love being Unkle brien more than you know.

I still have no friends. But the issue of poesy is out and I am on page ten!

I have a copy for you k & M & A.

I miss my lover.

I hope this finds you all well.