I Am A Camera.

Oh how I love this band. These are the pleasure lovers. But I really miss you Mr. Tommy Daniels. Why must you go to work at the nuclear plant when what we really need to do is roCk! Sure, you skate into town now and then in a blur of Safe-T-Rex and iMovie effects. And Monique - why I've only just rediscovered Cranbrook, and you're ready to up and leave it. Speaking of which, the trepanning was a low-budget Lovely Sort of Death \\\ Burgundy... remember when I threw my back out pushing your red Acura into the garage? I forgot the difference between pushing and lifting. Nevertheless, you owe me a waterbed. Bem, I think I got a toucha arthritis in my hip on that walk today. Let's get a pair of matching Rascals.

Watch this film... Peter Fonda, Dennis Hopper. 1967. I caught it on channel 7.2 last night. That converter box is really coming in handy now. Best, Gene

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