Dear You


. . . well . . .


*skrinches up mouth, raises eyebrows*


"Good Bye"


This is the last message
I'll ever write you


. . . um . . .

It seems

. . . that there were
in fact
19 Security Guards following us


And as I type
The Blue Company

is lined up kneeling
naked

in a flower filled field
with machine guns pointed at us

and the Security Guards

are going down the line
doing cavity searches
and confiscating
everything from your century

at least

. . . they're not going to kill us

They're just going to leave us back here
because of Regine's Rebellion

here where it's a gorgeous god damned day!

*laughs*

and I'm keeping myself busy
writing
to you

(ow, my knees hurt!)

and keeping my head down
so I don't attract any attention

and getting a last few pictures
before they take the laptop

it's hard to see the screen in the sunlight


So, Anyway . . .

Thanks for writing back

You're a great person
YMSLGRH!, as they say
(You'll Make Some Lucky Guy Really Happy)

Show this letter to my folks
and tell them to give you my car
"The Old Jalopy" I call it
I have a talent for names

Oh, Boy

. . . here they come



. . . well . . .


um



If you liked any of my jokes
steal them

if you like the way I write ---
--- write to someone this way

Watch for me
I'll be that tiny percentage point
In the Dow Jones Average one day
I'll wave


Your crummy century sucks anyway!

*laughs*

I'm glad I'm staying back here,
glad, I tell you!

thanks think of this spring, our spring,
next spring

good-