anon 1: but its making me realize so much.. how precious life is
anon 2: i dunno if it is precious
anon 1: why do you say that?
anon 2: it's all we know...maybe life is like eating only peanut butter sandwiches... then you die and suddenly there's jelly to put on them..
anon 1: lol... you made me feel so much better
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
Another mystery postcard
The plot thinkens... this one is a 1984 vintage postcard from Canal St in NYC... but not even a postmark this time, how is that possible? At least the last postcard had one...albeit incomplete..
without futher ado:
"i can't wait for this stupid yeaR to be done. i have manged to discoveR eveRy paranoid delusion, eveRy fucking psychotic impulseand catatonic state. i can't wait to be free. my basic natuRe is as a child but i am being stuffed into an adult woRld. i should be thinking about my careeR moves but i only want to sleep."
all punctuation and capitalization is directly copied...
without futher ado:
"i can't wait for this stupid yeaR to be done. i have manged to discoveR eveRy paranoid delusion, eveRy fucking psychotic impulseand catatonic state. i can't wait to be free. my basic natuRe is as a child but i am being stuffed into an adult woRld. i should be thinking about my careeR moves but i only want to sleep."
all punctuation and capitalization is directly copied...
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