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Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do Not Blame The Drugs.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.

But Paper And Ink Have Conjuring Abilities Of Their Own. Arrangements Of Lines And Shapes, Of Letters And Words On A Series Of Pages Make A World We Can Dwell And Travel In.

If I Didn't Try To Eavesdrop On Every Bus Ride I Take Or Look For The Humor When I Go For A Walk, I Would Just Be Depressed All The Time.