Lily Front

oh McMahon, how you blush.  39 years now, and still the same as ever.  Quite the last few days on tour through the wilderness/rurality, to find smiles and stories.  Dreams of alternative lives and separate paths and psychiatric needs.  Foreboding visions of the end of things.  The outlet of creative writing, the hope of peace and rest.  Amidst the delirium of wonder, the seeming impossibility of escape.  The cow ledge option endorsement.  The ruling out of other options.  As may have been expected, but still good to hear confirmation in person.

2 weeks until Russia, and the first of 5 matches. The joy of being in the world.  Aye me.  I need rest first, haha.  The sweetness of sleep.  Soon.  First the last day.  When shall we meet again?