love letters from the desert state
"ah wonderful my dear. when i take a gander at pictures of you, my eyes see only the colors and shapes of love. really though your face only tells me the warmest things of comfort. at one time i saw sexy, another i saw a great wisdom, passion, charm, awe, brains, talent, beauty, sorrow, depth, johnny depth, and cute. then i saw them all at once. but now all i see is the face of love. sometimes i wonder what's wrong with me, sometimes i wonder what's wrong with you, but never have i wondered what's wrong with us, cause that's no question. for all it may be, its the only thing that makes sense, and although that scares me, it mostly elates me. I'm not sure if i mentioned this earlier, but my father told me before i left, with much conviction, that we are a perfect match. he said that you are most defiantly the one for me, and i somehow the one for you. he said he doesn't quite understand it, but he knows it and sees it. and of course my mom always has. so anyways I'm very happy and the rest of this trip already feels like me getting away one last time to prepare for our life together. kissesssss.
sorry to hear you cant make it. you will surely have to meet Dr Thomas Vennum Jr some other time (when i think about the three of us having a meal together i feel a sense of family) At this point he is basically telling me to stay here as long as possible, i believe my presence is good for him, probably cause i know his is good for me. Rays grandfather who we were going to stay with, just passed away last night. Ray seems to be doing fine, though it sounds like it just hit him.... so who knows what our plans are now...
so I'm pretty sure the anarchist action figure is an act of "shop dropping" an anarchist act much like my plan to put porno in books at borders and such. it sounds like it was really well put together if that is the same figurine you were aware of. I'm happy to hear that you found something for my rents, not that i felt you were obligated too, but that you found them something that is up their alley. they'll love it. so tommy is going to get me back into school tomorrow with much optimism, though it may not be until summer or fall semester that i am able to apply. its great, all day I've been relaying? typecasting? denoting? (damnit there is a word for this act that i really wanna use, sounds hoity toity) I've been typing letters for tommy as he speaks them cause he can barely type anymore. as frustrating as it sounds, it was a great exercise and surprisingly entertaining. turns out he's looking to have johnny depp play the lead role in a screenplay his finishing, and from the sounds of it, depp is most definitely the fit. when i leave he's going to give me a copy of it to review. um what else... you know how my dad never told my mom about the toothpick, well i brought it up the same way when my mom gave me some pizza that had grout on it (long story) and my dad confessed, and my mom was all mad and started punching him, and he was giggling, and blocking her, grabbed her and like "are you gonna stop beating me up" then they cuddled in front of me all cute like! Life bewilders me. you know tommy's exact replacement in the army was Elvis? no shit. well shit. time to sleep.
BYE!"
sorry to hear you cant make it. you will surely have to meet Dr Thomas Vennum Jr some other time (when i think about the three of us having a meal together i feel a sense of family) At this point he is basically telling me to stay here as long as possible, i believe my presence is good for him, probably cause i know his is good for me. Rays grandfather who we were going to stay with, just passed away last night. Ray seems to be doing fine, though it sounds like it just hit him.... so who knows what our plans are now...
so I'm pretty sure the anarchist action figure is an act of "shop dropping" an anarchist act much like my plan to put porno in books at borders and such. it sounds like it was really well put together if that is the same figurine you were aware of. I'm happy to hear that you found something for my rents, not that i felt you were obligated too, but that you found them something that is up their alley. they'll love it. so tommy is going to get me back into school tomorrow with much optimism, though it may not be until summer or fall semester that i am able to apply. its great, all day I've been relaying? typecasting? denoting? (damnit there is a word for this act that i really wanna use, sounds hoity toity) I've been typing letters for tommy as he speaks them cause he can barely type anymore. as frustrating as it sounds, it was a great exercise and surprisingly entertaining. turns out he's looking to have johnny depp play the lead role in a screenplay his finishing, and from the sounds of it, depp is most definitely the fit. when i leave he's going to give me a copy of it to review. um what else... you know how my dad never told my mom about the toothpick, well i brought it up the same way when my mom gave me some pizza that had grout on it (long story) and my dad confessed, and my mom was all mad and started punching him, and he was giggling, and blocking her, grabbed her and like "are you gonna stop beating me up" then they cuddled in front of me all cute like! Life bewilders me. you know tommy's exact replacement in the army was Elvis? no shit. well shit. time to sleep.
BYE!"