You mean we're no longer lying down together, Snookums? How brief, these
encounters! Yes, my thanks, I repaired the t-shirt, but kept, inexplicably,
yelling "STELLA!" so I've now put on a different t-shirt (one emblazoned
with real photos of prehistoric bonecarvers).
Luv,
Affected Appel
----- Original Message -----
From: "Patrick McManus" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, August 02, 2005 6:47 AM
Subject: Re: Snap - Burke
> Dear affectionate Apellation
> Thank you for your nice email snookum P
> Actuallynobody knows how old VB is -can be seen (as myself in certain
> manuscripts /carving on bones throughout history and before lot before
> Hope your tee shirt gets repaired nasty drafts about
> Old P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and
> poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of judy prince
> Sent: 02 August 2005 10:32
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Snap - Burke
>
> Dearest Smutty P,
>
> It's increasingly difficult to know how to address you (I said "ad"-dress
> you, P) if, #1) you continue to become a different name at each intimate
> address to me (I do assume, always, of course, that your devoted
> communiques
>
> come directly to and for me). And, further, #2) if you continue to
> pretend
>
> that you are a "senior" when Everyone Knows that you and VB are the same
> age, and if he can walk thru walls, zip in and out of the catflap, and
> nimbly stiletto folks with his clawy paws, well, then, we know that you
> can
> do the same (best you install a larger catflap, tho).
>
> This Wifebeater t-shirt (you would call it brazilian) bursts its seams
> with
> (me, basically) pride at even Knowing You. Yet, BECAUSE I know you, my
> heart (also bursting the t-shirt's seams with me) fibrillatorily insists
> that you give up porno sites and the stories that the still suspect
> (because
>
> he has not told us his New Friend's name nor where in China she taught
> English) young Fiction-Writer, Androo, claims he is experiencing in
> "gabfests" and "lovenests." I , in my bursting---and now wet with the
> perspiratorily emotional state in which I am in---brazilian t-shirt (which
> is deep deep red, Patrick McManus, and you know what that means. Actually
> I
>
> do hope you know what that means, cuz I actually do not), must IMPLORE you
> to #1) permit me to always call you by my pet name for you: Snookums; and
> #2) permit me to (oops, t-shirt just burst! Br----s and drops of
> musk-scented stuff all obah da place!) think of you as filled with the
> Energy, Robustness, (let me just take a moment to gather my own
> Ro-bustnesses and place them back in the brazilian t-shirt), and Other
> Stuff
>
> with which we identify vigorous Yout' which is what you and your
> obstreperous VB really ARE! Think of me, dearest Snookums, as laying down
> beside you now, and we shall discover that Android's fairy tales are as
> naught in the climbingly dizzying moments of our Yout'.
>
> me, the luv of your life who awaits your providing me an affectionate
> appellation . . .
>
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