Lila, I'm afraid you missed my letter. I
think it fell into a pile somewhere in that
sad place where the lost letters go. Lila,
that letter deserved you, and you the
letter. I wrote it to thank you for a
great "December Holiday" in sweden.
We owned that place, if you know what I
mean. See you soon. Love, Mary.
Word has it, I don't smile. They say,
I set my alarm for too early in the
morning when I'm not there to turn it
off. According to legend, there
are "hands" waving from my beanie.
How can one separate fact from
fiction? There is no easy way, but
consult the prophet - Vertetor. It's
believed she has all the answers.
Vertetor is alright, but I like Lila better. Lila
once told me that Vertetor was from a
people that lived on the dark side of the
moon and that one day she must return to
those people and fulfill their prophecy. Well,
Mooners, maybe she's my Messiah too.
What ever would I do without her? I'd turn
into a lost and lonely Goober, that's what.
Nowadays, the buzz on the streets,
the word on everyone's lips is
"Vertetor." Who is she? Where did
she come from? If I invite her will
she be my friendster? There is little I
can do to answer these questions,
but what I can say is: Vertetor =
elusive. She's not pretentious, she's
just got a massive dome-piece. I
can proudly say that the Green and
Gold is my friendster disciple, but I
have almost taught her all I know,
and soon the apprentice will become
the teacher. Now when I watch this
girl it's like I'm in the matrix, and the
spoon is not there. Look out
suckers, things are about to come
full circle, and when they do
Friendster will never be the same.
I fell in love with Stuart Murdoch of the band Belle &
Sebastian when I saw his breasts sway under a tight white
ribbed Fruit of the Looms undershirt on stage. My mother
was there too. Boy, we were transfixed. He was
singing "There's Too Much Love" and tapping his feet left
and right, and his breasts swang too.
Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet a boy named Lenny who asks, "How is my story going to end?" He takes a piece of jalapeno pepper and places it artistically on a window ledge. "Why do people romanticize change?"
think it fell into a pile somewhere in that
sad place where the lost letters go. Lila,
that letter deserved you, and you the
letter. I wrote it to thank you for a
great "December Holiday" in sweden.
We owned that place, if you know what I
mean. See you soon. Love, Mary.
I set my alarm for too early in the
morning when I'm not there to turn it
off. According to legend, there
are "hands" waving from my beanie.
How can one separate fact from
fiction? There is no easy way, but
consult the prophet - Vertetor. It's
believed she has all the answers.
once told me that Vertetor was from a
people that lived on the dark side of the
moon and that one day she must return to
those people and fulfill their prophecy. Well,
Mooners, maybe she's my Messiah too.
What ever would I do without her? I'd turn
into a lost and lonely Goober, that's what.
the word on everyone's lips is
"Vertetor." Who is she? Where did
she come from? If I invite her will
she be my friendster? There is little I
can do to answer these questions,
but what I can say is: Vertetor =
elusive. She's not pretentious, she's
just got a massive dome-piece. I
can proudly say that the Green and
Gold is my friendster disciple, but I
have almost taught her all I know,
and soon the apprentice will become
the teacher. Now when I watch this
girl it's like I'm in the matrix, and the
spoon is not there. Look out
suckers, things are about to come
full circle, and when they do
Friendster will never be the same.