(yeserday):

Fred awoke with a terrible feeling of enui; some bitter half morning to white bove his ey; foor locked but he unlocked it and stumbled inthe street dazed, beyound confused, a park a bench: Sorry to trouble you, but could you spair a dollar for a fellow american." "Beat it fell ah - I'm not really american...just...got the acent." "Sometjhong troubling you?" "Killed y wife, betrayed all my freinds spent all my money on horses , fast cars, and drugs..bender...here I am and I deserve it." "Sure thing budy..sure could use some change though..""Can't help you/" "Know what you mena...funny...so hot in the day ...get' so cold at night." "Here you go."
"thanks...see you around..."


----next night

Fre? Fred has started on a jouney,


ok you guys...head way;(you gii;s set...girls?...hello) ok look around youcan find a very nice teck crawing of willys chassis and...really , not bad; don't tempt me - liitle work to the front and you could do Bugatti rep really; tempted...used alfa rear end...still have to f abricate front suspension...engine...there's a bevel gaear...you guys ARGGGG: a bevel gear....

so..new stage..SUPRE VILLION

a hobby.

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carbe23 Reviewed by carbe23 on . philosophy... here's a sample of my poetry... (dont read it in a literal way, or you will not understand) "I are that you am" Within your lies, the truth unfolds... Abandoned child, why do you cry? Know you not you have more than i? A life to live, and love to give. A heart that beats, an eye that weeps. but can it see the being am i Rating: 5