pubert

You know whats really a lost art form, and in a lot of ways I hold email responsible for this, letter writing. I think some of the most eliquacious displays of the human language are found in the long lost forum of letter writng.
Shrinks have this funny little excersise where you write a letter to someone and don't send it. Well I wrote a letter, and i'm holding it. Now i'm trying to convince myself not to send it. Its not a mean letter or a vicious letter, nor is it a sappy letter. Its honest, well written (i think at least) and really captures what i mean to say the last we spoke. Put why would i care if she knows what i had to say or not?

Well ultimately i can't send it so it won't make it past this door step, well maybe in the form of a trash bag. Problem is even if hard copy escaped i typed it ala to seal my poor handwriting, so i'll always have a copy on file. Not the best of ideas But her fragrance still remains slightly embed in the back of my memory.

Doesn't matter anyway. As soon I learn to foccus my chi into hand lasers I'm taking over the world. But for right now i'll practice through a sting of pantless liquor store robbires wearing a ronnie regan mask spouting random blurbs from a communist manifesto i picked up at truck stop gas station.