Dear Wigleaf,

YOU TWIT. you dreamboat. you mars bar. you mermaid. you
rumpelstiltskin.

i miss you.

you are the happiest octopus alive. you are my cold hands. you are the third tallest building in the city. you are my nose. you are santa claus. you are my cold, cold hands going blue at the tips.

i miss you.

i will throw you to the tigers and dance on their graves when you eat
their hearts right out of their chests, ridiculous things.

you berk. you child molestor. you chief.

i miss you

you have ruined my life

you have ruined me

i miss you

you horrible thing

you have ruined my life

Crispin





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Photo detail on main page courtesy of kfisto.

Read CB's story, "If You Become Kevin Costner in the Next Seven Years..."



Text from Kaye Blegvad's postcard, "Foods of Iceland":


SOME POSSIBLE DINNERS

Singed Sheep's Head with Carrots and Peas

Grilled Sheep's Head with Portos

Cube of Fermented Shark's Meat

Ram's Testicles, Pickled in Whey, Put into Gelatin Pressed into a Cake

Seal Flipper, Made Sour with Milk and Salted

Lamb Colons, Rolled up, Boiled, Pickled & Sliced

Rye Bread, Sometimes Called 'Thunderbread' by Icelanders

Sea Urchin

Pickled Herring

Dried Fish

Whale Blubber

Hot Dog

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