when i post here i think of sex and gaming and being nineteen and poor and vodka shots with lemon and harringtons
i come back for the nostalgia, i guess
being poor is like the best way to be skinny
i'm about to be so skinny
oh i want to post this philip k. thing. brb.
TO WHOMEVER READS THIS!
My name is Bob Cadbury and I am a young, fairly healthy beaver with a broad background in political science and theology, although largely self-taught, and I would like to talk with you about God and The Purpose of Existence and other topics of like ilk. Or we could play chess. Cordially, Bob Cadbury
P.S. Are you a girl? If you are I'll bet you're pretty.
Dear Mr. Cadbury. My sister and brother are the only non-fud friends I have, and if you're not a fud, the way everyone has been since I got back from Madrid, I'd sure like to meet you. meet you.
P.S. You sound real keen and neat and I'll bet you know a lot about Zen Buddhism.
Dear Miss (Mrs.?) Stickyfoot,
Are you real or are you somebody made up by my wife? It is essential that I know at once, as I have in the past been tricked and now have to be constantly wary.
Mr. Cadbury, if you think I am a figment of your wife's distorted mind, then you are going to miss out on life.
Very truly yours,
Dear Miss Stickyfoot,
I love you and believe in you. But just to be on the safe side-- from my point of view, I mean-- could you remit under separate cover-- C.O.D. if you wish-- some item or object or artifact which would prove beyond a reasonable doubt who and what you are, if that's not asking too much. Try and understand my position. I dare not make a second mistake such as in the Foundfully disaster. This time I would go out the window along with the Hermes.
With adoration, etc.
fr. Cadbury,the Beaver who Lacked, a fucking sick philip k. short story. perhaps it will make you think.
plus remember ducky when you read the short happy life of the brown oxford aloud to me. <3