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.”