Emotional dental work
Posted on Mon Sep 10 21:46:00 UTC 2007
Dear Ma,
I hear they take letters pretty seriously.
I am, as usual, living a life of reckless self-indulgence. Have abandoned myself completely to over-the-top extravagance, am splitting my time equally between the sexual perversions of Sodom and various vulgarities of wretched, meaningless, and relativistic excess.
Hope you are well. Your loving son,
Caleb.
P.S. IMPORTANT! Please send more money for “miscellaneous”. One more photographic negative will be returned to you upon receipt of every deposit.
P.P.S I realise this puts us in a somewhat awkward position. Again, I hope your are well.
I'M COMING, I'm coming to tear shit apart with my bare hands. I'm coming; to write a scream, I'll smear my mouth, I'll paint: my lipstick on your tongue -- I'll bite your goddamn nose off. OH GOD I'M COMING speak! repeat: his name is Death, and Gin is not a breakfast tonic
In order! sometimes, to obtain, that primacy, communal commune with something (other? bigger? other than ourselves), that super super-mega kiloton exclusive, you gotta channel spirits, obtain inside yourself a fusion reaction and BLOW YOURSELF UP. Just walking down the street today I meet whole conceits of angels, a chorus, an entire concert of demons, often, nearly always, that is: far, far more often than is ever presupposed in any of the popular newspapers. Do not think just because you are a rational man you are beyond the reach of magic. My voodoo dolls (always exact replicas in every important sense) confound the laws of causality.
I have destroyed, wiped clean less scribbled slates than yours.
Everything is extremely precarious. Your center of gravity seems precisely low.
I hear they take letters pretty seriously.
I am, as usual, living a life of reckless self-indulgence. Have abandoned myself completely to over-the-top extravagance, am splitting my time equally between the sexual perversions of Sodom and various vulgarities of wretched, meaningless, and relativistic excess.
Hope you are well. Your loving son,
Caleb.
P.S. IMPORTANT! Please send more money for “miscellaneous”. One more photographic negative will be returned to you upon receipt of every deposit.
P.P.S I realise this puts us in a somewhat awkward position. Again, I hope your are well.
I'M COMING, I'm coming to tear shit apart with my bare hands. I'm coming; to write a scream, I'll smear my mouth, I'll paint: my lipstick on your tongue -- I'll bite your goddamn nose off. OH GOD I'M COMING speak! repeat: his name is Death, and Gin is not a breakfast tonic
In order! sometimes, to obtain, that primacy, communal commune with something (other? bigger? other than ourselves), that super super-mega kiloton exclusive, you gotta channel spirits, obtain inside yourself a fusion reaction and BLOW YOURSELF UP. Just walking down the street today I meet whole conceits of angels, a chorus, an entire concert of demons, often, nearly always, that is: far, far more often than is ever presupposed in any of the popular newspapers. Do not think just because you are a rational man you are beyond the reach of magic. My voodoo dolls (always exact replicas in every important sense) confound the laws of causality.
I have destroyed, wiped clean less scribbled slates than yours.
Everything is extremely precarious. Your center of gravity seems precisely low.