Dear Annie

Dear Annie

by Joe Dickinson

dear annie,

i have been sitting pondering over this letter since you last came. my mind has been a flurry of snow as if i were sitting in the middle of a wintry night. your luscious lips still linger on my weak and illustrious mind. your spanish hips can sway me into thinking, about anything, that’s for sure. don’t you believe me? why last saturday i took to the brooklyn bridge just to say that i know you. i remember in class when you gave me that look as we were sitting together...god i felt as though i had been covered by hot liquid magma, your soul poured into mine and i felt happy for the first time in a long time. you know i went to the subway station after class even though i could have walked just for the chance to see you again? i almost collapsed when you suddenly appeared, waved hi, smiled, and then got onto the train. i felt like i was going to fall onto the ground and go into epileptic shock right then and there. you set the fire in me, that’s for sure, if i may quote the vek. and he is the vek, you know. last weekend my aunt came into town. i don’t mind her except for her lack of soul. you know she cheated on her husband. darlin, as a victim of shit myself, i must tell you that nothing hurts more. you lost trust in human beings after something like that, you know? i really liked my uncle too! man it hurts not to be able to see him. that’s an interesting aspect of life right there. the social politics, ethics, etc., regarding how people act after a divorce. especially in a case like mine, where i like the uncle better. it would be interesting to se what other people do. not that i would base my actions on someone else’s, but by looking at other people...goddamn ribbons...i’m running out of steam, you’re fucking killing me here...i am not even joking. damn! a man can’t even finish a sentence anymore. ink everywhere, jesus christo. la passion de la christo. passion and love. morality. deep questions entering my mind. lots in my mind. wish i had the chance to become what i feel i need to become. even that i am not so sure of. it is one of my typical i want it but am unwilling to bust my ass to attain it deals. it’s typical of the way i am. i set very lofty goals and then just fail to attain any of them. i just let them go. and then make excuses. lots of excuses. trying to get rid of those things. better to get up and do what you feel is best. i’m sitting in the middle of fucking northern italy, 20 minutes outside of VENICE, and i have barely left the house in the span of 5 days. i don’t know why. i like venice alot, and i am interested in going to a lot of the locations near here. i just haven’t gone, and will probably not go. the man who preaches that he wants to get out and do things is actually the ultime man that sits around and does nothing. and i will guarantee that down the road i will come to regret some portion of what i have done. i should have gone here, i should have done that. this is a once in a lifetime chance. i’m sitting around doing what i always do, just in a different location. that’s just the way i roll, i suppose. if i want to go somewhere, i will. this is my period of calm before the storm. i say that now, but lord knows the fuckin rest of my life will turn out to be a dy desolate place, and i will have spent my time in italy in vain. no songs, nothing good will have come out of my time here. NONONONONO, this is not true. it’s in my mind, isn’t that right annie? oh i have missed you so, that’s for sure. when will i get to see you this summer? hopefully soon. my best wishes as always are with you and miss amajuba. tell george i’ll be eating his pancakes, and that i’ll take mine with blueberries and maple syrup! haha, well good evening.

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