Dearest Echoegami
"No one knows what a new born holds, but his mamma says he'll walk on water and wonder back home."
Dearest Echoegami,
I watched a porno last night. It was quite silly. I know, whata surprise, it’s porn. How impossible is it to shoot human sexuality and make it sexy? By the state of the porn out there, I’d have to say, puite imbossiple inpeep. So, why am I bringing this up? Well, you see, the guy in the porn, he had the most unappealing junk ever. Well, I guess I’m not much of an expert on boy meat, but I’d have to say that in my meager opineeeyon, it wins the prize for ugly junk. You see, he didn’t have any nutters. He just had this big brown wrinkly spot, and he was a white dude. So, anywhoodles, this dude was getting’ rammed by a chickadee with a prosthetic strap-on dingy that looked like it was made by Fisher Price (T), which he thurolly enjoyed, and I was thouroly amazed at (even though I can’t spell theroughly). The thing looked like it was gunna break off in his butt. Do I need to say, “OUCH”? I didn’t think so. Anywhatsits, I wanted to share this delightful experience with you to illustrate how amazed I am at your reply to my notso coy writin’s ‘bout you, and me, and the big maybe. The women (yes, the lucky bastard had two, although together they didn’t = one 10. Eek.) in the porno, they were completely in synch with this guy. It wasn’t sexy at all, but it was beautiful in kind of a hippydippy love in kinda way. And while watching it, I thought, shit, is that what I want? No. Not exactly. But I do want people who can go there, to those dark loving places, and help each other ride the tides of knowing. Y’know? To spelunk into the deepness, and dive the mines of our beings. I feel like you are one of those precious few who might get that, and I can’t fuck with that. Realizing a good friend is like uncovering a rare jewel.
I adore you and always have since the first moment I saw you. You are so right on, as much as I want to mash face and grope and then act like it never happened, I am afraid that one touch would echo through me like the little origami birds I see in your eyes. Shit, Bjork just came on 89.3. Ah! The irony! Okay, she shutup. Now, back to you. I’ve had the burn for your rub since the first moment I saw you. You have always been my number one Mpls fantasy girl, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what the fuck. It’s just life. We can’t have everything we want. But I do hope I can have you as a friend. I don’t wanna fuck up, and loose this jewel I’ve uncovered, yet again! It would be shitty of me to do anything that would mess with you, your life, or your relationships. It just ain’t worth it. I’d sleep a lot better knowing that I have you as a friend to go out dancing with, than a quick night of pecking, and then the chickadee flies away. That is so ungratifying, and I swore I’d not do that again. Alas, if only I were less moral, I’d a grabbed your ass ages ago, but no, I gotta be one of the good guys. Sigh. Sex ain’t worth the angst. I love you Echoegami. I love your eyes. Your smile. Yer wicked ways of knowing. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I adore the memory. Are we meant for each other? I have no fucking clue. But if you’re ever free, even if I’m not, you had better give me a chance, or goddesses help me, I’ll haunt you in the ethers.
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Is there any advice you can give poor Phoenix? She seems to want my advice, but when I try and give it, she does the escargo and shrinks back in her shell. All I'm saying is, WRITING IS WREWRITING. I didn't invent that. It's the mantra of ever decent 21st century scribe I've ever had the pleasure of squawking with.
I know, it's been more than just word play. I've deen flirting mith the boor thing; shame on nastly little 'ol we, put I thought she coulb take it. And now, well, I think I need to stop. I can't be blaimed. She started it.
"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night, I softly say, oh silent prayers, like dreamers do, when i fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you..."
Dearest Echoegami,
I watched a porno last night. It was quite silly. I know, whata surprise, it’s porn. How impossible is it to shoot human sexuality and make it sexy? By the state of the porn out there, I’d have to say, puite imbossiple inpeep. So, why am I bringing this up? Well, you see, the guy in the porn, he had the most unappealing junk ever. Well, I guess I’m not much of an expert on boy meat, but I’d have to say that in my meager opineeeyon, it wins the prize for ugly junk. You see, he didn’t have any nutters. He just had this big brown wrinkly spot, and he was a white dude. So, anywhoodles, this dude was getting’ rammed by a chickadee with a prosthetic strap-on dingy that looked like it was made by Fisher Price (T), which he thurolly enjoyed, and I was thouroly amazed at (even though I can’t spell theroughly). The thing looked like it was gunna break off in his butt. Do I need to say, “OUCH”? I didn’t think so. Anywhatsits, I wanted to share this delightful experience with you to illustrate how amazed I am at your reply to my notso coy writin’s ‘bout you, and me, and the big maybe. The women (yes, the lucky bastard had two, although together they didn’t = one 10. Eek.) in the porno, they were completely in synch with this guy. It wasn’t sexy at all, but it was beautiful in kind of a hippydippy love in kinda way. And while watching it, I thought, shit, is that what I want? No. Not exactly. But I do want people who can go there, to those dark loving places, and help each other ride the tides of knowing. Y’know? To spelunk into the deepness, and dive the mines of our beings. I feel like you are one of those precious few who might get that, and I can’t fuck with that. Realizing a good friend is like uncovering a rare jewel.
I adore you and always have since the first moment I saw you. You are so right on, as much as I want to mash face and grope and then act like it never happened, I am afraid that one touch would echo through me like the little origami birds I see in your eyes. Shit, Bjork just came on 89.3. Ah! The irony! Okay, she shutup. Now, back to you. I’ve had the burn for your rub since the first moment I saw you. You have always been my number one Mpls fantasy girl, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but what the fuck. It’s just life. We can’t have everything we want. But I do hope I can have you as a friend. I don’t wanna fuck up, and loose this jewel I’ve uncovered, yet again! It would be shitty of me to do anything that would mess with you, your life, or your relationships. It just ain’t worth it. I’d sleep a lot better knowing that I have you as a friend to go out dancing with, than a quick night of pecking, and then the chickadee flies away. That is so ungratifying, and I swore I’d not do that again. Alas, if only I were less moral, I’d a grabbed your ass ages ago, but no, I gotta be one of the good guys. Sigh. Sex ain’t worth the angst. I love you Echoegami. I love your eyes. Your smile. Yer wicked ways of knowing. Every moment I’ve spent with you, I adore the memory. Are we meant for each other? I have no fucking clue. But if you’re ever free, even if I’m not, you had better give me a chance, or goddesses help me, I’ll haunt you in the ethers.
8 ItMetIs
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V
Is there any advice you can give poor Phoenix? She seems to want my advice, but when I try and give it, she does the escargo and shrinks back in her shell. All I'm saying is, WRITING IS WREWRITING. I didn't invent that. It's the mantra of ever decent 21st century scribe I've ever had the pleasure of squawking with.
I know, it's been more than just word play. I've deen flirting mith the boor thing; shame on nastly little 'ol we, put I thought she coulb take it. And now, well, I think I need to stop. I can't be blaimed. She started it.
"I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night, I softly say, oh silent prayers, like dreamers do, when i fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you..."
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