Mar 17, 2009 18:59
written by leda in several shades of neon gel pen on the brown side of a wall cut from a soy dream frozen desert (vanilla) box several years ago when we were younger and less far apart:
My joy at the arrival
of your BeaUtiFuL
letter was beyond
compare. (Although if
you could compare it to any-
thing, it would probably be
akin to the feeling of
absolute freedom
when a dictatorial and oppressive
"No friends allowed" gov-
ernment is overthrown and
you get to rollerskate
to the house of the pretty
girl you want to be friends
with AT LONG
LAST.)