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Dear: Body
I'm writing you to apologize for last night. I'm sorry for filling you with cheap beer. Even though it was free I realize that it was still a bad idea. I'm sorry I had too many. I promise you from now on, I will fill you with at most, 12 servings, of only the good stuff. I'm sorry that when I awoke at 5 this morning the beer had not been fully processed. However I don't think it's fair for you to reject the Advil this morning. Perhaps it would suit you better if I ate breakfast with it? I'd like to remind you I did not use the beer goggles last night and have no (recent) embarassing reputation of ugly debauchery, so we can maintain our dignity. All I ask from you right now is forgiveness, for we have to go to work now. And you are still causing me great discomfort and still you punish me for an event that happened so long ago.
Please Body, fuck off and lets get going. I promise to wait at least 5 days before doing this again. No more shitty Miller High Life, ever I swear. Can we get along now? I love you. Stop hurting me.
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" Some days the man and machine connection is beyond dispute. On these magic days the machine responds almost in unison with the driver's mind. As a driver this is the moment of being, the time in life when time itself holds as frozen as the shaded grass. You feel no tick of the clock, no mortality of life, no passing of years, no fear of life. You know only the moment, the feeling and the response ...."
Last edited by Monzsta : January 19th, 2008 at 07:02 AM.
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