I love mail. I absolutely love mail. Who doesn’t like getting something other than a bill in the mail? Someone hand-wrote (is that even a word) your name on a real piece of paper that holds something for you? What!!! Italic what!!!
Got some mail the other day from a Kentucky-based reader named Allison. She is cool. (See her Tumblr)
So cool, in fact, she sews her own envelopes together. When is the last time you sewed an envelope together without consulting Allison first? She knows what the fuck she is doing. I sent her a little drawing and some pictures, she sent me some little photographs.
If you want to be penpals, email me. I’m so down it’s ridiculous.
Don’t tell anybody.
I checked up on my hanging flowerpots. Unfortunately, the flowers have finally surrendered to the recent cold weather. A lady walking in the alley was excited to hear I was the weird kid who hung them a year and a half ago. Pretend this picture is a commemorative montage sequence to the hanging flower shoes…we shed secret tears…
I’ve been addicted to this jam lately. That might be an understatement. Play count on iTunes=1,498. Sike! Check it check it check it up check it out/out/out. Memoryhouse-”To The Lighthouse” (MillionYoung Remix):
poetry hour
Never hang your own drawing
Over your toilet
And piss
And yawn
And stretch
And knock your own drawing
Into
Your own
Urine
It happened
To me
i always forget to tell you, but was reminded by this post: whenever we drive to the costco, there is a pair of hi-tops on a telephone wire the SAME way as these photographed. i really need to take a photo and send it to you. so you believe me and all. ya know.
Do it!!!