Before my music plays later today, I wanted to tell you that I feel that your environment is intolerably toxic and that, since you aren't seeking Sainthood, you really ought to get out.
-- Once in, a housefly is very hard to dislodge...
You have an open invitation to share my meagre room, and since I had been moved across the hall, the bed is somehow larger -- so plenty-big for two.
Jamaica-Plain and Roxbury form a right-angle, and I on the diagonal, of course.
-- There's even an actual parking space along the house.
Get out of Deadwood.
Make a new life with a lover of art and living creatures.
My Heart is Yours,
K
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