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In a hotel room'¦naked. Naked. Naked. Naked. NAKED! naked. nAked. Naked. NAKED! NAKED! NAKED! Naked. nakED! Naaaaked.
The breeze feels good.
Moral: Never write while on the road and drunk.
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wondered if the title was some play on Ron/Lon Silliman, or maybe you're just off the 'e's? :)
wish i'd been a fly on the wall. now, imagining this was a real event, how liberating - standing (an achievement in itself), drunk as a lord, arms out-flung e-nun-ci-a-ting so finely.. and listening to himself - the he being the narrator which amuses me to see as you.
new moral
write on the road but don't get caught with your pants down, the fine for writing on the public highway is fierce!
