Friday, January 9

i love the post office.


i made this today.
it goes off in the mail tomorrow,
to someplace even colder than here.
i'm sure the frame will get replaced by an exact copy,
only 111 yrs. older, and from an antique store.
tooth, moth, & acorn.
that's a trifecta of terrific from where i'm sittin'...
i even included my birthday cigar band!
and some postalicious references!
mail art, indeed.

and speaking of mail art!
nothin' is better than gettin' some post office treats.
except maybe the disclaimer on this letter,
making sure i knew that i was one of the very last folks to get one,
on a very loooong list of folks who got one.
thanks!?
proppers to my art makin', poem writin', seward cafe brunchin' peoples.
probably just saving the best for last, an' that....
i don't even feel bad about the blurry picture, however,
because
i also received a great example of being slightly higher up on the list,
from the cucch.
who pays attention?
cucchie pays attention.
devastating double entendre!!
put that in your mailbox and art it:

wait for it....

BAM!!!
in scotland, as opposed to the u.s. of a.,
jobbies aren't oral pleasures,
they're turds.
hilarious.
that's sick, in a good way.
my man puts the ail in mail art!
throw in a triple order of hobnobs,
my all time favorite oaty british biscuit,
and that's why paul is on my a-list of peoples.
one nibble, ya'll, and i was nobbled!

i bought a d&d novel today.
i had to.
otherwise,
i'd just waste every other minute playing video games.
'call of duty: world at war'?
yep. preposterously excellent.
insanely awesome.
addictive.
so many bullets,
and a flamethrower.
c'mon...


that's NOT me, believe it or not.
on the ones,
ya'll have absolutely got to listen to some avett brothers.
right now.
computer download ipod i-tard electronic music pirate whatever,
-do what you must,
but play the song: 'tear down the house'...
if you can't hang out with that big bad business,
you might be off the list...

otherwise,
it's been light action today up here in the woods.
belated birthday dinner get-togetherness happens tonight.
curry will figure prominently.
i've got a fresh cuppa, a coupla hobnobs, and the bbc's o.g. 'the office'.
anglophilia, is in bloody full effect, innit?
never quiet, never soft....

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