to the first one I saw-
Ender, you are branded on my heart with eternal fire- We were cut from the same star- I send you all the love of countless millenea past and infinate more to come- *************************************

what a floozy.

a floozy i will miss very much and will think about everyday til i see her again.

I love you my little enderino.

When I miss ender I imagine hungging him. Our stomachs breathing into each other. Ecstacy rising from the memory of beltaines past, shared giggles, breath. There is no other being in this world that I can converse with for ages without saying a word. This beautiful blessing, sex magic living, carny in the making.
Sacred, prophetic dreams send me to his side. I'll see you on the mountain, love.

my dear endreezy butterpup. that's right butterpup.

just last night i was reminded of your boycock smoking ways.

scene: there we were on boomers' dimly lit front porch, 6 of us around colins' lone hookah. You could see the smoke rising from at least 3 houses away. There were familiar faces, ones you expected to see around the hookah. One or two newbies were intrigued by the wafting aroma of the delicious smoke and questioned the enticing flavor of the tobacco.

Boomer and my eyes met and without hesitation or even breaking face, we replied "boycock".

All heads immediately turn in our direction, questioning faces are only left with the infectious giggling of your 2 favorite people.

what good times. all of them. i wish i could come up with some witty and hilarious way to convey my feelings for you to everyone who happens to glance upon your testimonials.

They can only know that i love more then almost anything in my life and you will always be my favorite boycock smoker, among other things.

Ender, fabulous faerie, somewhere in my short time spent with him on random trips to San Fransisco he taught me how to put on a pair of pantyhose. Thanks Ender !!