Dear Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi,
I wrote so many letters to Ethan Hawke. I was overweight with doom. My imagery was photographed fasting. A thorn and a spear dreamt of being on the same side of god. I have read or now am reading Disintegration Made Plain and Easy and got get super drunk. Ethan Hawke disappears in the capital of absence. I’m not funny. My joke about ache and echo never grows balls enough to go long in the tooth. Nakedness goes from person to person. I fall in love with an animal pacing outside of a theater so full of self harming children that I yearn for that future where I continue to read your book instead of reviewing every film showing at a covid porn marathon. Let’s not be sick. Am I in front of a mirror that believes in god? Anyway, into my dream comes all of my skin looking for a map might it find the blue pen that sends the devil’s blood to hell. Last night was perfectly boring. Last night was perfectly boring.
kingsoftrain 
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