A host of discerning individuals has been clamoring over/touching Moveitfred and yelling, "Where have you been for all these years?"
Moveitfred feels your pain. He has been away for what feels like years. Doing what, you axe? Living the Life of Enlightenment in this cauldron of feces we call our home planet. Yes, he still rides his bike, he drinks coffee, he walks to the library. Sometimes he engages in meaningful exchanges with his Bicoastal Boy brethren, but mostly not. He writes perhaps the greatest screenplays about important topics that have yet to be acknowledged and produced. In short, doing what he can considering the circumstances.
Right now it's hot. Moisture builds in his groin, and he feels itchy.
Moveitfred will ride his bike.
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