POSTCARDS FOR YOU (cont.)

The dog dayz of postcards.

6/15/11
#25
Dear E,

There were two foxes. They stumbled upon a trampoline in someone’s backyard. After leaping onto the trampoline, they both walked around, nipping at each other – possibly frisky banter or perhaps settling a dispute. Suddenly, as they jabbed their snouts at each other, one of the foxes hopped backwards with some extra bounce. The fox’s eyes immediately examined the trampoline. The fox jumped a slight cautious jump. Processed the trampoline further. Then another jump with more spring this time. The other fox caught on. Soon both were frolicking on the trampoline, dancing to music they had never heard.


6/16/11
#26
Dear E,

I want to overdose on something – maybe pills – so that I can submerge my conscious in my subconscious and slumber in a comatic state. It is in this realm where the amalgamation of my alternate realities, different selves, and deepest fantasies will take me so far out into space that I’ll watch the universe pulse. When I return, I hope I will report this: “Here and Now.”


6/18/11
#28
Dear E,

I took the liberty of ordering you a vodka and club-soda with a lemon, but since you’re out there and I’m in here, I’ll just drink yours for you. I’ve also taken the liberty to construct a soul using brain fragments. I figure I’ll try to emanate as much love into space as possible. I’ve got some spare dendrites and axons and bunch of memories that span the pleasure/pain spectrum. The next time you see a tree or lightning or cluster of veins or a brain operation, think about the amount of energy that buzzes in a soul.


6/23/11

#33
Dear E,

Greetings from my new martial arts class! I figured, why not?—I got a knack for thrusting and exhaling, but my defense mechanisms could use some improvement. My modesty too. On the first day, I walked in with my arms raised, proclaiming, “What-up, world! I’m about to make this dojo my bitch!” Instantly, the sensi flew across the room with a bicycle-kick that knocked the wind out of me. As I was keeled over, he said, “Bery good. Your exhare is strong. Now go get mop and crean your breath off of mat.”

POSTCARDS FOR YOU (cont.)

***slight change of plans, as, henceforth, I've decided to display random postcards (but still in chronological order) rather than all of them***


Next batch.

6/4/11
#14
Dear E,

Not even chatter could drown the elevator’s beeps as it descended toward us. Still, that didn’t prevent anyone from talking over the other. I didn’t have much to contribute to the convos. I wanted to pretend I had Tourette’s because I knew no one would notice. I wanted to blurt out, “My strong penis!” Nothing. “The depth of my cock!” Nothing. I have no idea what anyone was saying. The elevator doors opened. As we all entered and the doors closed, I mistimed my blurt during the sudden silence: “Underneath China, it says Made in My Dick!”

6/9/11
#19
Dear E,

If I haven’t already lost my marbles, then I might be kissing them goodbye as I write this. Earlier today, in my periphery, I thought I saw someone walk by one of the windows in my third-floor apartment. Furthermore, I’m starting to see people in 2-D, and I can’t tell if they’re cardboard cutouts or paintings on the wall. The funny thing is, I don’t want medication because the chemical imbalance is fun and psychosis is a strong excuse for committing crimes.


6/11/11
#21
Dear E,

Greetings from Bonnaroo! Very fucked-up right now. Took a concoction of Weed, LSD, PCP, Mescaline, and Pilates. Met some people who didn’t make me want to vomit, and we built a teepee composed of everything we’ve ever wanted. After a while, I wandered off by myself and found a tree that I proceeded to climb. Each branch was sturdy enough to support my weight, and each branch led to a different view of the festival. As I climbed, the branches called my name, extending as if they had known me my entire life.


6/13/11
#23
Dear E,

Today I will drink lots of coffee before I begin my search for Bigfoot. Unlike other myth-hunters, I don’t seek to photograph him, nor do I want to capture him or prove his existence. I just want to find him and express my admiration of his courage because it ain’t easy being blurry in the public’s eye. Hopefully, he’ll give me a high-5 and then we’ll smoke a joint, exchange stories of heartbreak, tell jokes, and maybe even compare ejaculation techniques.

POSTCARDS FOR YOU (cont.)

Here is the next batch of past postcards.

5/28/11

#7

Dear E,

I stopped watching Before Sunset, which is the sequel to Before Sunrise. When you think about it, there's no significant difference -- especially as they concern limitations and boundlessness – that is, ephemeral and eternal feelings. No difference at all. Still, I turned it off because it was plucking my nerves. Besides, I spend most of my waking and sleeping hours thinking about you anyway.

5/29/11

#8

Dear E,

Bees in my veins today. For a second, I forgot my age and which planet I inhabit. Stingers in my hands. Then I calmed down. The buzz ain't so bad if you stop to appreciate the synchronicity. To experience such an epic lapse, to forget one's own age is to reach honey nirvana.

5/30/11

#9

Dear E,

Happy Memorial Day! I don’t feel like remembering today. Meet me in Montauk and help me forget.

5/31/11

#10

Dear E,

Initially, I was going to take a near-lethal dose of Enzyte, maybe even pump it intravenously, and then take a picture of my inflated dick and send it to you. Instead, I'm going to start collecting belt-buckles -- big fucking belt-buckles -- so that when you look at them you'll also have to notice my crotch, which will make you think about having sex with me and mayhaps eventually fall in love with me. And even if neither happen, as long as you're thinking about either happening, then the belt-buckles will be precious.

6/1/11

#11

Dear E,

My infomercial idea: [black-&-white; 2 people argue; stoic faces] Having trouble vexing someone? Can’t get under their skin? Not pushing the right buttons? Try this! Tell them to “relax.” [color; Person1 utters phrase to Person2; Person2 flails arms, then starts smashing the fine china; Person1 folds arms and wears shit-eating-grin.] The next time you’re in an argument, don’t fail to piss off the other person by saying you understand – just say “relax,” “calm down,” or “ok ok, chill out.” In seconds, you’ll send them over the edge! 90% of the time, this fast and easy tactic works every time!

6/2/11

#12

Dear E,

Right around lunchtime, a wrecking ball swung into my stomach when I realized just how few photographs we have together. It didn’t knock the wind out of me, although, I found it dangerous that there’s no tangible evidence of us. But then I got aroused by the cognizance of our history written inside us, our only existence, one we depend on, that cannot fall victim – like photos – to scissor or flame. With this awareness, I postponed lunch, tied my sneakers tightly, and ran ‘til my lungs bled.