I Enjoy These Keyleros (But I love your father)

The schedule reports that the sub-par soul gathering machine should soon be re-evaluated and rebuilt by the likes of you. Don't stress too much, we'll have a nice meeting over dinner to discuss this. Remember, soul(s) doesn't/don't grow on the streets anymore. They must be dealt with as a new, infantile entities. I am an infantile entity, and I need validation - you can assist with that too.

Today I went to the Verona Town Festival or some shit. They had goats (in honor of 6/6/06) and some kid who knew all about them by the bouncy castle. Speaking of that bouncy castle, did you know that one out of ten children are conceived there? The scrambler would account for another 10% as it's stopped for "repair" much of the time, but due to faulty construction, it's far to dangerous for any use other that smoking crack out of the cross members (which was proven by several carnies back in the 70's). I got to the fest just in time for the Salem Church choir (for 6/6/06?) and I just missed the karate exhibition. Overall, the fest was the worst I've ever seen, but provided a sweet taste of summers' past memories. One good moment appeared near the beer garden, when the speakers played Carribean Queen and an old man walked up the hill as if he had wisdom to spread. The line of porta-potties was a display of town strength. I'll use this even later as a fictional piece, because I like the setting. That's what twon fests and the like are for. By the way, I was only at this place from like 6-8 tonight, and I went only due to my own innocent, pure, and dangerous curiosity. I've just been sitting here for hours wondering what the fuck it all meant.

I'm going to the Northern Peninsula of Michigan in July, on the shores of Lake Gitchegumee. Check out the resort here. Come if you wish, I don't give a shit. Go ahead, I'll be there. Sure I will. Just let me know when you can make it, and I'll be there at that time. We can go see the Edmund Fitzgerald or something of that sort.