...& if you're a ScritOr just a great impersonator... True to your self-fulfilling prognosis, Sir, we have no faith of any postcard ever arriving at the preferred destination. And so they'll remain open for all to read and none to understand, not least of all not you. Consider these as postcards from the collective psyche, tokens of our love, cinder of our desires, debts unpaid. ...P behind S, inverse. From us to the ear of the other, a stack of fan mail for you to read on the dartless slow days... |
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Welcome back lads!
Kiran |
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Well then, (this may very well never reach its destination!) I think I'm the only 14-year-old 80s freak and Scritti fan around, correct me if I'm wrong...just wanted to tell you how much I love you, really, and thank you for being the only one of my idols that my mum approves of! (seeing as how she has trouble with Boy George, Marc Almond, Bowie, Duran Duran &c...)
Kheldara |
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Hya Green,
Theresa, Alys D and Ellie |
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Where are you? I wonder if you recall the fun times we spent daydreaming at the Knox County Fair; the coy smiles, the sticky-sweet caramel popcorn, the 4H tent. Do you, dear? All I can do with myself these days is recall those beautiful wasted moments you spent tying and re-tying the lanyards on our sailboat ("They will look Just So", you said).
(a) clockwork chicken/asshat #002 |