dear builder/architect of creation,
let me start by saying that i am completely moved by your unabashed use of irregular form....
the crooked sunsets, the stunted trees, human systems of belief... i feel like i am "IN " on your private
joke..... which leads me to the point of this letter.... i have recently been troubled by the insurgency of
"practical" matters that require stupid logic and general list-making to deal with. it seems as though these matters are conjuring up very boring and uncreative personalities into our sphere of influence/coffee breaks. this may seem like a selfish request, but i am going to ask anyway [knowing that my heart is pure and my intentions are good.] could you summon up some kind of new fruit to dangle from low branches, above our heads, and then rot on the vine only to ferment , break apart, and then drip magical juices into our cups thus getting us "high " enough to accept the miraculous? [ i am not sure if that question was clear, but since you are all knowing etc...] and so.... i hope you could find it in your huge heart to have mercy on us and "fuck us up" with such magical fruits. i t would mean alot to those "children in the future"
.... thank you for you have done so far [oh and extraspecial thanks for the pony]. i promise the next time i write you i wont ask for anything. best of luck, and say hello to my ancestors.