To whom it may concern:
Will you go on a roadtrip with me? To Orgeon, not the trendy part, not Portland.
We can go to the forest in the mist, and eat pancakes, and wear flannel, and smoke our own rolled cigarettes, and read Jack London, and pretend we are Phil Elvrum. THERE WILL BE NO NOISE BUT THE NOISE OF SILENCE. please? We could even swim in cold lakes and pretend we are mountain goats too.
p.s. there will be grass
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we could go to eugene and kick it with the anarchists in their treehouse ewok villages.
i make a mean cake in a pan.
sounds good.
we should also probably just hitchhike there and then write a book about it too.
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