sometimes i dream in counter clockwise.
my hands no longer shake. there are many reasons for this.i am a post card enthusiast. post cards of all eras. via pony express or disney world standard post. "wish you were here...." and all that. the shape, the smell, the very essence. a rectangle of news. the reason. in search of someone who can understand, appreciate, and relate to the brilliance these little cardstock wonders represent. and then, when they've finally reached enlightenment on the subject, i hope that they realize that they are fuckin' idiots. postcards are for assholes."if you mess this up i will kill you. right in front of ol' mommy and daddy. you do a good job, i'll be your best friend. the bestest friend you ever had."
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