Dear Jimon,
I went back and wrote that line, "A long long time ago"
It wasn't that long... Thank you.
I sit on the fence of intelligence
and casually look at the fence I built and all the crazy fuckers on the left and right of me.
I don't get cornered in a meme that me is your me.
And I don't spend that much time looking back at the fence I already made.
I mean I do but you know what I mean.
I have to look forward to the vast open land and put up my fence in front of me.
I can't be bothered with all that I'm bothered with all this.
I often go back and scribble cute tid bits and still thank god wonder about the white, no bra, big tits. I go back and enhance and then hence make a wanker out of myself and then often mispell and not be able to find what the hell am I looking for anyway. I think an award that says I did it. It was incredible and it was the shit. That's why I do it and that's silly ass shit.
Your magazine is the shit.
Thank you,