Purple mountains majesty - goin' for the environment grab. The freedom, liberty and individualism truths have been trampled by the jackalopes but thanks to the National Trust (oxymoron?) you got your purple, you got your mountains, you got hair. There really is no single description for life in America. Perfect? do you lack imagination? Flawed? they eliminate dissenters in ____________ (usually 3rd world, banana republic, commie . . . seriously? commie?) But to live in America is divine. The distractions can get to you on any odd or even day but divine, man. There's more than 250 million vehicles in the USA and on average, they're used less than 2 hours/day. Extravagant. We eat almost 5 effen pounds of food everyday on the average. Excessive, man. But after the-acting-out-life-in-stages part, when you get your poo-poo together and you find your own level of reasonable, life in America is divine. Now find yourself in the presence of a 15 year old, maybe not your average kid, OK - we're talkin' about the most amazing adorable 15 year old and the extensions of your existence breathe a soucance of verite a little differently. And you're not required to climb the purple mountains majesties, oh no, that would be mondo crapticious for guys who sleep through lightning and fireworks. But you can if you want or you can listen to the mockingbird. The coffee is better than when you could smell it all throughout the house (but it tasted dusty) and good wine is $5/bottle to make the conversation saucy and ever so seductive. But you should know by now that living anywhere with her is the underlying message here. But American vs. Siberia? We are the world.
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Monogamy pays out when you know she had exclusive access from their union in Dreamland forward; no divergence means What Happens Here..... Odds on any non-exclusive fantasy from her end is 'no chance'. The results show nothing can happen that we can't contain Here and use it to make something better. Lets you focus on the love you long time part. That's not to say that in order for love to headline, you need a clear deck. If everything that preceded it failed, it wasn't love. Party hearty but row away from the rocks, thanks Hunter. My mom's very close veins came from fetal overload, none of us has it. But the strange things from witnessing miracles first hand are revealing much of the same imagination mommy dearest passed on to us. It's like a culture tic you want to preserve before passing (not us, we're living forever, so far so good).