(Letters to my brothers and others) March 2005 to May 2007. |
| 10-?-05 He's a cynical, arrogant saint of a man. She's a major in bad decision making, minoring in child-like psychology. He's an eighties numbnut, a nineties nympho and a double-zeroes ought-not. She's a believer in the Morrison Hotel, which closed in the seventies. Did you ever wonder if the one you fell in love with wasn't the one for you? You know it's true. I'm in love with you. [Welcome to the winter cold we'll pass back and forth.] He eats meat like PETA's goin' out of style. She's afraid of carnophiles toward her kids. His idea of a warm breakfast is when she wakes up next to him. Her idea of sex is when she's next to him. hambone manbone clam on the bone and seldom never alone warm bed cool night in the a.m. get head and everyone gets some! Did you ever wonder if the one you fell in love with wasn't the one for you? You know it's true. I'm in love with you. |