i am not in-communicado. i am breathing, living, i told you that, in the desert. i am doing my best not to melt and not get dehydrated. you can breath, i'm ok, for now.
i don't have internet. i don't have npr. it's cheesy but i'm learning to commune with myself. the desert is the perfect place.
i get my wordly news at the library. i am open to channels of communication usually once a week. you can still write me and you can be sure i will read wat you have to say with anticipation. i will try to reply back.
how's your summer. i have my summer of love at ken*again. read it. i hope you like it. i promise to write again. soon.
write me - please.