

Mr Larry Dean OlsenMr Larry Dean Olsen (CEO) Boulder Outdoor Survival School (BOSS) PO Box 1590 Boulder, Colorado, 80306 Dear Mr Olsen, On recently seen a program on your institution on the Discovery Channel I was awed and amazed! Trekking through the outback and learning how to live off of the land, what fun! And you do it for a living! I file tax returns for a living, and let me tell you, it isn't nearly as fun as wrestling mountain lions in Colorado. On seeing your number I instantly went to the phone to try and register for your International Field Course. Unfortunately the very nice saleswoman told me it would costMr Larry Dean Olsen


A monologue in fear mongeringGood evening esteemed ladies and gentleman. Tonight I have come to talk to you about 3 very important issues which I think this house will need to address in the upcoming months; floop1, floom2 and floosh3. Now, yes, I notice that already some of the speakers here are giggling. I would remind them that they will be treated with the same contempt those present may have held for those who in high school would laugh at the word breast. I have no time for their immaturities so let me continue over their mirth.A monologue in fear mongering
I will begin with floop, which I have noticed is being given a steadier leniency in the few months which h


ConversationsRarely are prophetic words exchanged With you. Though certainly outsideConversations
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My map, a compass, prophet Can with little thought beget it's soul And in a flourish we are open Channels of espousal, thought
But you. My lips, my arms, my soul My heart may at a glance explode Or else in meekness look upon Perfection. It is not a right
No silver tongue is yours to aim The workings of a key, too gentle Within your own persona, id The eggshell rifts are rarely forms
We, as one, may never speak The obscure tongues of i


Love scorned"Kill me?" Dear I had, considered it in kind, cuckolding my conscience to indulge you so. Squeezing out the pain, in you inherent and, inherited (bad blood and all, my sweet) Prayers from lips, songs of praise. You set the air alive, princess, you set our souls, aflame. "Love me?"Love scorned


WaitingPerhaps you hurt me, once before and long ago, perhaps I bled for you. Perhaps I wept for you. "This may hurt a little- love." red lips and longing. "You more than me- darling" hands about my neck. Too hard to explain, I have no words for you. Not here, not now- amidst the angry night. She waits.Waiting


Fairy Tale RomanceThere was once a girl, one young lady of tragic circumstance, who wished she never knew the pain. Of life, of love, and all- together apathy, had never touched her life. And there was once a boy, too, self-involved to notice her, the sweetness in her lie. Consider then, the irony, of broken boy and empty girl, unlocking and undressing, all secrets and conceits. But still he loved her, scars and all, missing her, like pieces of himself. Completed by her smile.Fairy Tale Romance
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"if it bleeds we can kill it"
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