I need the scans of whatever art you have of mine by, dunnooo, as soon as humanely possible? Next week, perhaps?
Long-paragraphs are FUN, but it was not nearly as epic of that monologue, tho I'm quite pleased by the comparison.
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I SAW! I was tempted to message you with, "Justin, your lovely hair...!?" but, alas...I was in a hurry. But, yes, amusingly enough, I did note this from the tiny photo that appeared on my facebook newsfeed some days ago. Any reason for your shearing?
Children chant "penny for the Guy" while walking around with effigies of Guy Fawkes. Or used to? In any case, they would ask for money. And if they still do, they're probably just given candy.
You have the posters all, yes? So all you still need are the envelopes. I'll give it a try at some point soon.
Aye, aye.
And yes, it was time to shear. The reason I've been giving is: "It's getting cold, yes, so it makes sense to lose the hair."
Funny, I thought the only thing they chanted were anti-catholic slogans...
No, no I do not; I have been requesting, for ages now, a copy of the birthday poster. I've plenty of squirrels, and even a copious amount of the Christmas one, but not a single shred of evidence to show that Toulouse Dainer-Best ever existed. Scan it, boy!
Plus, right, the envelopes and, if possible, anything else I may have doodled (i've no idea what else this might include, but precedence would suggest that if I drew within everyone else's letters and postcards, it's rather likely that I also illuminated most of yours). I do appreciate your collaboration, quite much.
And, oh dear. What can one say --- now you're just a tall skinny kid, rather than the tall skinny poof[y-haired boy]. Quite the indistinction...tis all very Samson, of biblical fame, really.
Hmmm...well, generally I just chose it because it really is one of the more known hair-loss related anecdotes, but I guess it could also imply that Yahweh has left you, and that you will soon be blinded and be forced into slavery grinding grain in Gaza, prisoner of the Philistines (I do hope this is not the case, as thought would undoubtedly be unfortunate). But generally, dunno, it definitely greatly alters your established identity as a belocked wunderkind and etc.
When do you need your envelopes by?
I liked the long-paragraph, which reminded me pleasantly of the long monologue in that film, is it The Rules of Attraction?, which you once sent me.
You might, if you are not privy, be interested to note that I no longer have hair. How strange.
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I need the scans of whatever art you have of mine by, dunnooo, as soon as humanely possible? Next week, perhaps?
Long-paragraphs are FUN, but it was not nearly as epic of that monologue, tho I'm quite pleased by the comparison.
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I SAW! I was tempted to message you with, "Justin, your lovely hair...!?" but, alas...I was in a hurry. But, yes, amusingly enough, I did note this from the tiny photo that appeared on my facebook newsfeed some days ago. Any reason for your shearing?
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You have the posters all, yes? So all you still need are the envelopes. I'll give it a try at some point soon.
Aye, aye.
And yes, it was time to shear. The reason I've been giving is: "It's getting cold, yes, so it makes sense to lose the hair."
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No, no I do not; I have been requesting, for ages now, a copy of the birthday poster. I've plenty of squirrels, and even a copious amount of the Christmas one, but not a single shred of evidence to show that Toulouse Dainer-Best ever existed. Scan it, boy!
Plus, right, the envelopes and, if possible, anything else I may have doodled (i've no idea what else this might include, but precedence would suggest that if I drew within everyone else's letters and postcards, it's rather likely that I also illuminated most of yours). I do appreciate your collaboration, quite much.
And, oh dear. What can one say --- now you're just a tall skinny kid, rather than the tall skinny poof[y-haired boy]. Quite the indistinction...tis all very Samson, of biblical fame, really.
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You know, I thought I scanned the birthday poster. I guess not. I shall give it my best efforts; it shall happen eventually, but who knows.
The best I can find are four envelopes and if I can the drawing in the Travels With My Aunt book.
Do you realize what it means to compare me losing my hair to Samson? Because it's not particularly kind.
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Hmmm...well, generally I just chose it because it really is one of the more known hair-loss related anecdotes, but I guess it could also imply that Yahweh has left you, and that you will soon be blinded and be forced into slavery grinding grain in Gaza, prisoner of the Philistines (I do hope this is not the case, as thought would undoubtedly be unfortunate). But generally, dunno, it definitely greatly alters your established identity as a belocked wunderkind and etc.
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Aye, I figured I figured. Mostly I just don't want to knock any pillars down on myself. I don't care about destroying temples quite enough.
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