A t-shirt with pics of prehistoric bonecarvers? Where can I get one??
joanna
----- Original Message -----
From: "judy prince" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, August 02, 2005 12:56 PM
Subject: Re: Snap - Burke
> 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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