Because, of course, we draw our power upon that fluid that your heart just spilled. Someone get the mop.
we thought there was food in the cupboard we thought mom was coming home
we hoped no the grim reaper is just downstairs, sleeping on the floor,
getting pretty bored.

[ v i s i o n o f
shady figures, can't see the faces, looking up at them, something
threatening, dark blue sky, too bad we broke her imagination]

H Y S T E R I A C A N B E A S H E LPFULlll(lull) A S A C O R N E R
E D R A T
and I can guarantee you, records don't fuck up just because someone runs
a fingernail over the bottom of them

"Now everyone gather round. We're writing this all up for Judy. She'll be getting this email pretty soon, probably a little confused as to who he's talking about, or what he's talking about. We're expecting overanalysis on both parties' parts. She'll get some concept, he'll laugh his fucking head off and commit suicide, or at least fake it rather well." a joke. questions will be asked. we told you so.

Light enters the pupil at a faster and more efficient rate when the eyelids are torn off. Someone's gonna ask about the violence. Get the questions and throw them in a box somewhereheererrr

over.... . . . . . . . . .
. . . (smiles with wide eyes and only one side of
teeth showing!)

Good to know you took the time to read this, Judy. I figure you're one of the few that actually enjoys these things I have to 'say', and most likely the only one who actually understands them, even if not in the same way I do. Listening to Paranoid Android at this moment. Looking to my left, outside a window overlooking a country road, and the headlights that would make for a wonderful music video. I've gone and done it again. Talking like a fucking scholar. I'm getting a little sick, I think. My throat's sore, and when I stand up, I get confused and headachey. And I would spell-check this email, but I already know that there's plenty of misspellings, and I don't want to go through, etc. I welcome myself to this space on the screens of billions of confused audience members! (Judy and David take a bow.) I need some kind of spacey music to get me to sleep. It's 2:31 am. I know, I should be getting to bed. We have a confusing friendship, Judy. Good thing we both like to add a little confusion to the things we say, huh? Oh well.
Goodnight, write back. I've missed talking to you.

We'll probably get there someway or another,
David