The Dawning of Letters Thursday
Dear Christian Science Monitor,
I read your words. The sentences you give me are clear. Right wing bullshit? I dare-not make such a judgment yet. In fact, found within your strories can be small spurts of liberal etchings. Maybe this has roots in the fact that when science and Christianity merged it was more-or-less an alternative religion. One not with much approval in the Christian domain I may say. Well, good luck to you and me and our tentative three-month relationship. Perhaps we can have our cake and eat it too. But you, sir/maam, are made of paper, so it grosses me the fuck out to eat you.
Keep it sticky,
A Loukinen Corporation
Dear Hat Bill,
Certainly, it had been many a-fucking years that I lived my life without letting you ever get in my way. Yes, you were always behind me, and when not behind me, not with me at all. Now-a-days, I tend to vacillate in a vacuous sort-of way and I now tend to see you in my line of peripheral vision every day. By seeing you I know that the bump I generally find in my hair is being flattened out slowly. It comforts me for when it comes time to take this hat off my head I know I may not look like a total ass. But, I do want to let you know that you bother my whole scope of sight by limiting and obscuring what is to the right and left of me. Come on, you fuckhead!
Stay blue,
Starshine
I read your words. The sentences you give me are clear. Right wing bullshit? I dare-not make such a judgment yet. In fact, found within your strories can be small spurts of liberal etchings. Maybe this has roots in the fact that when science and Christianity merged it was more-or-less an alternative religion. One not with much approval in the Christian domain I may say. Well, good luck to you and me and our tentative three-month relationship. Perhaps we can have our cake and eat it too. But you, sir/maam, are made of paper, so it grosses me the fuck out to eat you.
Keep it sticky,
A Loukinen Corporation
Dear Hat Bill,
Certainly, it had been many a-fucking years that I lived my life without letting you ever get in my way. Yes, you were always behind me, and when not behind me, not with me at all. Now-a-days, I tend to vacillate in a vacuous sort-of way and I now tend to see you in my line of peripheral vision every day. By seeing you I know that the bump I generally find in my hair is being flattened out slowly. It comforts me for when it comes time to take this hat off my head I know I may not look like a total ass. But, I do want to let you know that you bother my whole scope of sight by limiting and obscuring what is to the right and left of me. Come on, you fuckhead!
Stay blue,
Starshine
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