Reading a good read book. Reading an intimate letter of people who are dead more than 200 years ago. Aaaahhh walaahi, I cannot tell you how happy it makes me read these letters. Its like I get this high---I could equally equate it to the high feeling of losing weight, beginning to feel bones, and start feeling you are so fit and delicious. It is amazing what JANE AUSTEN has done to me. She has totally brain washed me. I mean--- I read, tit---toot, taat-- and tantalizing. I sigh, I gaze up in the sky, I tear joy tears masquerading as tears as fake crocodile tears. I am truly happy when I find these good reads. Will I ever get tired of finding a good letter to read?
A great book? A dazzling world of non fiction, recorded, invaded, and ease dropped violently? Dear Somalineters--- Can you hear my poetry? My Joy? My Orgasm? My Maximum mirth? 
