Letter 062124
Dear Ethan Hawke
Donald Sutherland to me is the last time I was afraid of long division. Eventually I took over my father’s handwriting. My footprint chooses a footprint then dies. I am stuck on a rabbit and then stuck on a deer. It’s all so lazy. I am a blood clot in god’s undetected loneliness. I watched an entire movie about a bomb and then heard a moviemaker hate me for watching it from home. They keep moving hell. Yeah you’re right, no letter yesterday. Something wasn’t there. I know that now.
kingsoftrain 
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