Emily,
Listen;
I started the revolution without you. Mostly, it was by accident I think. You know,
the marching and sloganeering,
...small arms fire...
look, I'll tell you all about it when I'm up there
riding bicycles in Rochester
while the leaves fall between cell meetings.
-Danny.
Hooray for Cowboy Dan!!!
- Cowboy Dan
- NYC
- Noisy and unfortunately ill-informed. I am, however, willing to hug.
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So the Magic Zo and myself were talking about poetry one day. She has this book of different poetic forms and the like, and we decided to write an example of each. So there you go.
Incidentally, this is not written to a previous girlfriend but to a friend upstate who will probably have actually already begun the revolution by the time I have posted this and we will all finally be intelligent, open-minded feminists. I have already stopped shaving my legs.
So is "epistle" the poetic form you're doing an example of or just the title? Or just another veiled attempt to cram your Christianity down our throat by alluding to the epistles of the Bible (because who the fuck else uses that word).
In other news, if you ever did start a revolution it would have to be by accident but you never do shit intentionally...like you know all those comic books and records we were supposed to put out by now.
Yeah, an epistle is a form of poetic letter or note. Like everything else, the Christian's took it from the black man.
As for the revolution, it was begun and suppressed along with the accompanying propaganda that I have been publishing for years in my comics, records, and in my brief career as a skywriter. It was all recently revealed to the mainstream media in the film, "Vatel".
I vote that everyone stops shaving their legs, not just the feminists, as it is just too damn cold to wear short skirts, or, indeed, any skirts at all.
Hooray, you started posting again!
~dawnabelle
Dawnabelle!
Yes, I agree with you about the hairy leggedness. I have spoken to my girlfriend about this, but she has declared that when she does not shave, she looks like either a sasquatch or a hobgoblin. But I say, hey, I'm a strange guy. That beats a nurse's costume and some Barry White any day.
And yeah, I started posting again. I've been caught up the last few months with a job that is destroying my free time and continuing my book. I'm totally stoked that you still check this out. How is Michigan?
You're in the blog rotation. :D I hear you about things sucking up your time...I spend a lot of time on my computer. I hear that happens in my major though.
Michigan...is cold. Like, really cold. I don't think I fully understood the concept of cold until I moved here. It snowed for real last weekend and I'm still screaming on the inside a little. But I'm going to California in two days, so that'll be good.
How are you?
~dawnabelle
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