Seven steps to remembering Anna Gaca

Maybe if daddy stops drinking and gets a fucking job--we can buy a pony!

But daddy's on fucking drugs with Tarick and those other smokin' tokin' band kids who surprise you when you're out.

Anna, I know I love you to death. you should too, but I don't think I'm in love with you. Not yet--at least, so we can still be friends! Mithridates, he died old. Why was Burton built on Trent? or does Burton film with Depp? Does houseman endorse the friend's preference for a tune to dance to, my sweet?

Poet, there's one thing only works: to work. This world is too much with us. And with famous lines from uncited famous guys, I can confuse dear Anna. I apologize for behaving outrageous...the clarinets coerced me into it!

You told me you had a holes in your pants, and fuck I didn't need to think of that in Economics. It's hard enough to focus without remembering your lesbian affair from far away who you hope to see again---and maybe even take a shower with. Can't we just have phone sex, and call it even?

If I'd known your pants had holes in them, baby I swear we'd get married. I get to ride home with prudence and his pants are baggy for 34's. I miss you, kiddo, and the tighter way your jeans seemed to fit.

You said I could get married, notice you forgot to say "we" which was the basic principle of the sentence I tried to fragment. that doesn't make sense. But either way, you wouldn't want to marry me and it's only in Boston, where her dad is plagued with cancer and the parade stops for Paul and his new girlfriend. I would marry you, but at 16, you need parental permission and I haven't met yours yet, for shame.

Again today, you don't reply, My privileges of texting are wasted without someone to talk to. Are you dead, or just lost your marbles? I could love you either way. Truly, it would be difficult to handle but I would go to your funeral. I would even smile for you because you have this fetish for teeth---and brushing them.

A floutist skipped woodwind class and I was sent to find our director! the texts came pouring in, and as a member, I was selected to search the school for a pregnant marcher---more difficult than it sounds!

In regards to our discussion last night, I couldn't tell, you're right.

There is absolute blinding light and I should be worried but there's no tunnel so I guess I'm safe, but tormented by 99 cent ice cream cones, dipped in caramel-sue, and cha-cha-ing on the radio. Anna, you have to check this out. Fly down this evening, I can hitchhike to OIA, I promise. Renovations--in regards to Home alone---Broken mirrors--because she grounded me from James---and this child with fangs who bites me because it appears I've trod on her foot. ave me quick! This ladder will not hold, I know, where did that rolling paper go? I'm ready for round two...figuratively and literally, and whatever words sounds similar. I have seen the mountains of plunder and the rolling hills of pigeons. Feed the birds! Toppins a bad, she sang, but it was drowned out by Power tools falling from the ceiling! There was more to write, but like lost little boy wondering New York city, I have run from them bu pressing delete because they sucked and were stupid and just oh-so Mariah. Now, how did you enjoy Part two of the free-weed escapade, Anna dear?