my rock fell out of my pocket. it was dear to me, not too dear, as i was just getting to know it. but dear nonetheless. i think it happened when i sat down at john c graham library to write a manifesto. i can't be sure. it could have been anywhere. please let me know if you have seen a rock. you will know it is my rock if it reminds you of two people hugging. the rock is metamorphic of some type, very blobulous and slightly pinkish. please let me know when you see my rock.
ps. if you have my rock and are giving it a good home thats fine just please let me know that it is somewhere tender and being treated gently