Little Edward Sharpe Humor. Ok. Obviously this is Adam. I said I wouldn't be here very often, and I won't so PLEASE don't get used to this, but it is important that I talk on Felson's behalf.
I see he blogged today. This is good. He wasn't going to, and that I why I come to you today. He told me he wouldn't be able to blog today because he was so distraught over not being able to eat his cheese danish. He said that nobody cared about him anyhow. These were all words coming from Felson's dirty little mouth.
I do not like Felson, but I am his only friend as far as I can tell. He just wants you to be better people, that is all. I know it is hard taking advice from such an arrogant, nepotistic numb nuts, but PLEASE appreciate the fact that he cares deeply about you. Probably somewhat like Jesus cares (or cared) for you. Almost the same kind of love that a mother has for children. That is the strange thing about Felson. He does care, probably a bit too much.
I just want to say that I bury the hatchet. Felson is a man among boys. My favorite author, Hunter S. Thompson once said that if you make a beast out of a man, you take away the pain of being a man. I don't know if I agree with this, but it is an interesting quote nevertheless.
Right now Felson is an open wound, sore and exposed to the harsh elements. He has torn down his walls. Do not most men build up their walls, so they can live secluded and protected in their castle? I say, BURY the stinkin CASTLE (Paramore), and open your hearts to this man.
You can lead a horse to the well, but you cannot make him drink. Sometimes this is so true I want to bang my head against the wall like a damn retard.
Please, give him your support in this difficult time. Thank you. Adam Honnold
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