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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. A recap of the past year. On our way to the Underground River! July 1, 2015.

I have tons to do before leaving. I wish I could take B-man with me. Roads cross and lives begin and end. but our paths will somehow always be close. I like tits and ass and I love lookin at em.

Spiders and turning inside out. The images you are about to see my be disturbing. We plucked Junie up off the suburban grass on an evening walk. My sister insisted we take her with us. She scooped Junie up into one of her Nikes. The little hairy thing crawled up into the toe of this temporary burrow until we got her home and set up a terrarium. Until the day she popped out of her shell.