It used to be an ease

November 11, 2008

To Howard

Howard I’ve certainly been looking to your photos. I didn’t know. Me just thought would be nice being friends. It’s quite a misunderstanding: why did you have to made yourself down to the scissors? It would have been nice just keep on learning, getting good grades and behave like a good front man. Paddle. Would I have needed that? Rewards wating for you each step you take, me at your back, constantly tiding up your mistakes and, not easy to dodge that, admiring your figure. Shame on that; I’d spit onto my own self and hit me if that would help. But you just wanted your prize - as if it was worthy. Two big tits and a smashed mouth. Of course that didn’t help. “You see this pencil? This pencil was wrapped down on lettuce and tomatoes before getting here”, once my father told me. Not quite the same, but a lot to chew on, so to speak. Think on that, you who so much talks! Beware. Now that you can fit your mouth again with those amazing trousers you bought at Lisbon - London imported, by the way. Don’t be bored. “Pa, that’s a normal, common pen, rather boring”, usually i would have told my father. “No, this pencil’s a byro, wich means it can’t be erased. Once you draw onto something, that something, for intimate or soft it could be, will be printed with its draw”. “But they told me typpex!”. “Typpex won’t work; it will just cover it on, not erase”. “Should burn it down then maybe?”. “You just want ashes?”. “No, I don’t think so… for I don’t have an ashtray”. “Then, take note on this and why not, would it be a reminder for your further behavior: what you write with this will only be removable with your imagination”. I didn’t believe him, Howard, and look how I ended up. Guess, very much, you knew it better and took a good choice.Your mouth may be restaured in the way you wanted. That makes you strong I’ve heard. This same afternoon they slipped out from me some carrots I was wondering about for you. Who knows, some day I shall be able to share it with you. Kind regards Howard, keep missing you, it used to be an ease.