I am kind of a social butterfly. I enjoy romance and candlelight anythings. When alone, I like to build cabins out of blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and anything else deemed appropriate for the particular desired architecture. I often dream of running and hiding from the police or organized criminals out to get me. I rather enjoy these dreams, so I'm not sure what all that means. . . if anything. I hated to be the seeker when at play, and always felt secure in my speed and ability to get away if found. Sometimes I'd hide in obvious spots, positioned with the best escape routes. Options of returning to base were always preferred. But I digress.
One disturbing thought before I retire for this moonless eve. I fear that the future American generations shall grow to men without oldman strength. The strength of grip and hardened body that is unmatched by younglings. Strength that is forged in the fire of hard living and hands-on work. Live and let live, ha, we shall see who is let to live indeed.
Howls the Wolfman,
Wolfman
posted by Wolfman | 8:01 μ.μ.
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