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[Hey, this is neat -- get an inside view on the personal correspondence between out-there-in-Maine Gonzo Rick and up-here-in-the-mountains webmaster Rick. Thanks kudos and kisses again to Swami Bruce for the transcriptions...]
July 18 Rick-- Got your letter and kind "offer" as it were not to bust my balls on the bill. When I called and tried to chat w/you last night I was calling to say halt the presses on account of my man Dan pullin' the plug on the cash flow here. Translation: jobs over and I'll be coming home w/way/less than I thought. So, I leave it to you if you wanna throw this shit up. Oddly, I haven't seen anything you've done due to being up here bunking with Smokey the Bear (Smokey's DSL connect is currently shut down). But my cuz via the phone has described it and raved about it, laughing his ass off. So ... Thank You Bro. I'll have $100 for you - (upon my return), and maybe more if I can owe you. I think this jigglebox rant could really win me a faithful, big audience. I'm gonna hit up some $-people for funding for more future work like you're doing Thank you, thank you, thank you! Love you, Rick Let's go get tantric w/some SD ladies upon my return. RSM Afterthought: I'm running the generator @ midnight waking the whole forest as I stumble, stoned on codeine, remeran and Shipwreck Ale, to charge my dying (dead) cell phone to call southwest Air to book a new reservation using credit from an old reservation, altogether far too many details to discuss and numbers to clearly communicate over this horrid manuscript, AT&T cell-phone-commercial-replicating BAD boondock satellite signal when suddenly the generator goes putt-putt-pfflooop dying and taking my whole last minute just under the midnight - cancellation wire over-the-phone ticket purchase bid with is down the backwoods black hole of technology that I've been running around in Blair Witch style for two weeks now. I just never ceases to amaze me how muck chaos and weirdness and me click -- RSM I say "Just decided I'd call these guys here make it smooth? and I am Colonel Marlon Kurdfox when (Martin Sheen) AKA Danny says "It's okay" and I say "It's okay? Its okay, Danny? Do you think my methods unsound? (Willard)" My fingers are binding up, stiffening like mad little eyes folding their tiny elfin arms across thimble chests, recusant to go on. If I could paint this pristine lake, the islands, the forever trees of
evergreen, the clear air, the dives beneath and the floating - where else
these days can you drink the water your swimming in? What an ADVENTURE!
All this heavenly beauty and me w/my craziness, frolicking stone naked
immaculate thru it all! - RSM
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