Pleasant greetings there, Sister.
I lose the feeling in my legs every time you get in touch. I have to sit down to fully absorb your messages. I read them quietly and reflectively on my 2 seater. I relive our time spent together each and every day. It was one hell of a ride. Between the estrangement and all the others and all that…I think that between the both of us we’ll manage to dismantle Snodge again if he ever reappears. I won’t touch his car again tho coz that was out of order.
I haven’t looked at you or any other of the pictures for months. 108 days to be precise. I’m now in a state called ‘rhythm’ which means pure abstinence from all harmful things. The pictures I DO NOT consider harmful but the banishment, isolation and drug use behind them still smarts a sensitive spot riding deep down much so innermostly. If I were to return to that fleshly place again I fear my spirit may be overrode and locked in a purgatory rendered inescapable by my low self-esteem.
You still look great however x
I think we all do. Except ket-head Friday Born (joke)
Immortalised on film.
Remind me to never visit Japan.
And as for Grace. Wow. Every time I think I am over her cute dimply chops I start crying buckets. I can’t go to the grave anymore although I did see orbs there last time, they were hovering above the Brilliantissimum trees like fairies. She loved fluffy clouds so if it exists I think she’s there. Heaven, I mean. Where else? I haven’t heard anything from the other side though, like disembodied voices or unexplainable presences. I really thought I would do. My mind was split open on that count. She was ever so spiritual, like you know. Praying for the angels if she’s with them – she might be boring them with her love of cockney rhyming slang. She made her own up.
‘The tea raid made the mare have her cup sewn up’.
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