Dear you,
Giving up in grade 11, I worked a $12/hr job for three summers. Then I lost my license due to exploratory driving. As such, I became more appreciative about metal and a collector of it (vehicles) than a connoisseur of metal. I did nothing for three years until a spot of nature consumed my response to boredom. My uncle is now my employer. I am now close to workhorses, which we use to hall logs out of the woods. This brings me to the prospect for a new inspiration in life. Coming forth, a new cold front
looks (and would feel) empty without implosion of somebody to open my mountain by with heroic dew. Hero to hero, I see smiles where they need not lay. A lonely invitation of a working class hero.
And knee-height to my stove, candles within strike out a part of my sadness, like a butterfly not yet to the tree, like a silence without pain, yet yearning. To ride with the wind is the new excursion desired through the millipede of fire. Resistance to crackles in the sky rate extinction through clouds. A button or two of eager plutonic gathering longs for a new exceptional force in theory.
At the age of 24, I now consume many hobbies. To me doing eight articles can be much more gratifying rather than 19 balloons having the distance of skies destroyed as silence to your sight. I figure 5 subtract 4, plus a multiple of 3, reduces me to twelve pieces of pie.
Time spent spare…
1976 305 high output, 2 speed standard, Z28
1977 433 Yamaha solar glide (snowmobile)
1982 Cleveland 4x4
1972 440 indigo trail slider (snowmobile)
1983 350 Irock, 3-speed, without t-roof
1984 351 4-speed, Capri SE
1986 351 GS Capri
new boating ideas
Entoro guide river raft (a potential path to reckoning Summer spray float longing, or as if, a houseboat!)
I don't smoke and if volunteered friendship, I can ring a 24 through any single bottle. I found a hard drink called fire, which would softly put my lights on. AKA a conservative social drinker.
Maybe we could meet in New Brunswick and wake up snowmobiling together. I look forward to having a few kids someday (I was once a pea in the pod myself). If concluded, your welcome to enhance your life by coming to Nova Scotia with me, but I'm flexible. I live a 5 minute ponder to the shore, with view so vast, which I like. Please write back if you think we have any common ground.
Potential illuminator,
Devin.
PS One important note, which may explain my perhaps undecipherable poetic forthcomings, is that, technically, I am equipped with Schizophrenia. Which would bring me to say things like this: "My smile is a tiny shiny techniques fender-bender!" But a girl once said, "He sure is cute." And 6'2". J