September16th

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Falling – down
Heavy and black – the squid is back………………….from black to murky grey, I’m sinking fast and deep underwater- Disorder ? Where is the surface – I breath out and watch the bubbles and move to follow I’m heavy and everything is so black I lose track of the bubbles and I realize I’m out of air !!!!! Lungs of fire I break for the surface but the ink is thick and so far…………..
Clawing at the gas mask all u can hear are his muffled screams as he unwinds from the last minute storm shelter he build last night pardon typos Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T



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  • Comment by Sanlin — September 16, 2008 @ 8:42 am

    Hey, bro. :-) Good to see you coming up for air… so to speak. ^^ Latest “Train” fotos are cool. :-) Still enjoying the writing. :-) Have no idea if you’re drawing this from real life adventures or the inky (and potentially squid-i-pus infested ^^) recesses of your noggin, but it makes for a great story. Not exactly a bedtime tale… but fine for peeps that never sleep. ^^ Hope everything’s rockin’ with the bike racing, taking over the world, music and all that marvelous stuff. :-) {{{Johnny}}} We’re basking in a glorious stretch of weather on the Isle–days full of sunshine and full moon nights. Harvest season brings life as juicy, full and sweet as berries bursting their skins. Rasping crickets, nature’s unfolding quilt of leaves and mournful cries of migrating birds signal the transition from Summer to Fall. Everyone fills their cups with raucous colors and frenzied activity, knowing Winter’s relentless reign is only a shiver away.

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