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