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Monkey Fluids

Married to the Sea.

Cow abduction.

Your Paragraph Negates Woofer.

Duncan as a sweet young thing: part one, part two.

Saw Brick on Thursday with Sam at the Tinseltown special premier. I watched it with a feeling of deep appreciation, but I don't think it made the same astounding impression on me as it seems to have on most of my friends. The idea was clever, the follow-through skilled and intelligent, but that's what I expected. I wasn't surprised.

Three more mystery letters have arrived. The last two had no postmark, though they had stamps.

Beloved Jhayne, Once upon a yesterday, when strangers woke in familiar places and other woke in familiar faces, a young woman walked through the forest searching for a flower for her hair. Now, any child knows that more flowers are found in fields than forests, but this young woman was vain and wanted a flower one had seen before. After much wandering she found a tree with golden leaves and blossoms that glittered like gems. When she plucked a flower, the golden leaves cut her hands and stained it red with blood. The young woman ran from the forest, and though her hands still bled when she arrived home, her mother only said, "What a pretty red flower in your hair." The flower never fell or faded, and few noticed that her fingernails were golden and her tears glittered like gems. X Love

Sweet Jhayne, Once upon a yesterday, when the stars still sang and the sea still listened, the man in the moon came down to visit to you in a dream. He said, "Over the rainbow is over-rated, you know. I don't belong in a place where blue birds sing, nor little girls from Kansas neither." "I like to sing," you replied. "You're not from Kansas, now, are you?" said he. "And you know better than to stop believing in fairy tales." "Sometimes I wonder," you said, but for now you'd believe in dreams, and the man in the moon. It's rude not to believe in someone as he sits at the foot of your bed. "I have to wake up," you said, so you may not have heard him say, "When the end comes, I'll be back. We'll go under the rainbow, you and I - see how far it takes us." X Love

Precious Jhayne, Once upon a yesterday, when certain girls cried diamonds and certain trees grew gold, a woman lived in a hour on a hill from which she could almost see the ocean, but not quite. Every night the stars would singer her to sleep and she would dream of a prince who would show her the sea. Every morning she awoke to the smell of salt. Once day a handsome man passed by her house on the hill, and she asked him "Are you my prince?" The prince looked at her and said, "I would not want an ugly woman." The ugly woman watched as he walked away. That night, when the stars began to sing, she said, "I do not want to dream anymore." The stars, silenced. Now the ugly woman does not sleep but looks to where she can almost see the ocean, but not quite. X Love

mike's birthday

Meet up today 6 o'clock at Grandview Lanes, two blocks north from broadway on commercial drive, for spaz_own_joo Mike's birthday.