Dear Dollar Digester

Dear Dollar Digester,

You greedy clawed bastard! No matter how good an angler, the anger of defeat overwhelms all who wind your stick and engage your descent. Disappointment and empty wallets are the only glittering prizes you expel. Damn you and all your unnaturally coloured creatures! I'm buying a burrito.

- The Angered Angler

Parallel Parking on an Iceberg

Dear Atmospheric Moisture,

The night you were snow; solo scared but forged to find my refuge, warmth and...welcome...I wasn't alone that night, yet now I feel I was more alone then. My realization that this wasn't for me, that I must be independant and better than this. You always lose me in misty memories that haven't any meaning besides my stupidity and saddness. So cold.

With love from the inner city bathroom. . .

A Not so Addled Adding

Dear Physiological Addiction,

My name is Dylan and I smoke clove cigarettes (Physiological Addiction: "Hi, Dylan!"). I have a little bit of knowledge in psychology which has also given me a bare bit of knowledge in physiology (thank you behaviorism). I can feel myself being addicted. I see the short-lived and wonderful A effects as well as the long-lived suck-ass B effects. I know that the B effect makes me want more, if only for a small dose of satisfaction (the A effect). This is the first time in my life I have noticed any of my physiological addictions. And I admit it, you have some control. But, I don't fucking care, cause I can do what I want. We've had a good run, but you know us leos, we can only stay at something for a set amount of time. Your time is up I'm afraid. We've had good times, but I'm thru with 'em. I'll see you later today, but you better savor the next two weeks. Soon it will be over.

Once you go black, you never go back?,
- Summer Slummer