Found a letter in my stack ok things i need to do

so i am kicking my own ass again
i sent out a few thank yous and responses to constant contributors

and in the process of working through the piles i found some gems that never got hung on the wall

i have gotten in the habit of conversing in lengthy stream of concious meanderings with one of my regular correspondances. this is the slightest snipet of a 6 page letter.

Remeber this is a tib bit
if you want more ask
and for that matter comment gosh darn it
or at least email me if you think this project is interesting
pgill1@students.depaul.edu
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A letter read, in my veiw, is a letter enhanced.
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(in regards to my supposed desire for my this contributor to have never written a letter before. This is very much assumed i ask for letters from anyone, avid letter writers or not, but it makes for a good image after word ok shutting up)

..........That, however, I can respect; the desire that we should both embark upon this journey together as innocents, as wide eyed travellers to a distant land, unknowing of our fates, careless of our destinations, to emerge-someday, somewhere- bruised, sad, a little wiser perhaps, but ultimately and joyusly Alive!

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Dali could paint a portrait of my life and it would turn out to be one of his most surreal, most twisted, mustachioed, and all together disturbing works evern splashed upon a canvas

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Heres is a ridiculous and entierly annoying ode to David Bowie:

The Public School Student sits and think:
Inked ravens of despair claw holes in the ass of the world's mind
Scrotal threats unhorse a question of flowers
I asked for answers and got a head full of heroin in return
When time fell wanking to the floor the kicked his teeth
My body disgusts
Damn grease wafts,
sweat balls from sweat balls and thigh fungus
A girl strips in my mind,
Squeezes my last pumping drop of hope and
rolls me over to sleep alone
Fire boar the dead cities of my mind and watch the skin peal and warp
We are all unhappy bubbles of anal wind popping and winking in the mortal bath

The Public School teacher responds in thought:
Every lavatory wall is an anthology
The Oxford dictionary of English verse perhaps may be the lavatory paper
i am assailed by doubt and racked by fear
Tossed in erect mucus foam of
of
of
Hatred
good
no
Esteemed Loathing
Snot trails of lust perforate the bowels of my content
Is there life on mars Major Tom

And thus, Bowie ends all.
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THIS SHOULD BE NOTED:
all artists sending in work!
i am sorry but i cannot get it up on the page immediately
my camera is not functioning
i do not have a scanner
i swear to you though that i will find a way
that is why no art posts have been up lately