Dear Wigleaf,

I think I slept in a god house last night. I woke up at four a.m. Yesterday, a guy stopped his car in the middle of the road, climbed on the hood, and yelled, "I'm sexy and I know it." Before I went to bed I buried a goldfish and someone paid me twenty dollars. I can feel parts of my body pretend they are an icy river. Tomorrow, I think I will eat an elevator and sleep in a pile of tangerines.

Love,

Mark





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Read MB's "My Child Is Delirious And Said It Wants to Live in a Portable Toilet."







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