hey Lindsey,
say yes to Jenner Saturday night! come on duuuuude....
BBQ, Scrabble, Budzos, Dancing, Air-Beds, Bacon, Chocolate Wrist Watches (Oh No!), Boulders, Hikes, Sprained Ankles, Bears and Beaches...
me and C and J and J and You and P and Morganaut...
convince them yatches...
and here's a photo from Jenner 2008...
nuff said...
sincerely yours,
John
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Hey John,
Say yes to Jennifer Saturday night! Come on duuuude......with the MB&BC, AW&BB, JM&MN, and then you can steal away your L and P and Morganaut. Cause I wrote a poem for you. Okay, I'm lying, but I will if you'll come. I swear. And, like, if you bring bacon and chocolate wrist watches, I'd love you even more.
nuff said...
sincerely yours,
Jennifer
dear jennifer,
under any other circumstances i would be there rooting you on (?) at canessa this saturday...and i wouldn't do that thing that i did to brandon where i went to his reading and was hanging out outside before hand and then started to get vertigo and then almost puked on a tree and mean mugged some poets and then had C. drive me back to my neighborhood and buy me ice cream and pet my belly until i passed out watching SFU...no no, i'd actually walk up the stairs and drink a 40 or something...but i'd bring two 40's so i would have enough pee to not get bladder shy in the bathroom...and then i would attempt to flush the toilet but it's canessa so it wouldn't really flush but just kind of roll around and linger for the next person to contribute to...but people wouldn't mind so much because my pee wouldn't smell like anything (your pee ever smell like oats? like cheerios for some reason? and i don't eat cereal? wtf?) because i've had so many 40oz it would be clear and oderless...and then we could all go out to some extremely awkward Downtown/ North Beach bar and talk shit about each other while we're intermittently smoking and then re-join the group and wonder to ourselves whose bare tits look like what and how whose peens measure up...
sorry to miss your reading this weekend...and sorry to drag boldt away from it too...
yours and yours,
john
dear John,
I'm not sure if I get pee-shy at Canessa, and I think it might be the opposite, like, moving as quickly as possible so as not to get caught with my pants down, but I also prefer not to flush, with the low water pressure and all. I prefer not to flush in general, for water conservation purposes, especially when it's clear and full of liquor, except that I'm, you know, allergic to beer (and cereal), so my clear pee is not from drinking a 40. Thank you, Jameson. But really, what must one eat to have pee that smells like oats? Do women smell their pee less because it has less distance to travel before it gets diluted? I think I am more aware of the color of my pee than the smell of it. I am not planning on smoking, but it's been known to happen (Thank you, Brandon Brown), but if I do wander outside, can I talk shit about you even when you're not there? I won't (and I'm definitely not writing a poem for you now), but can I? If I make sure someone like Brandon Brown tells you what I said? And, you know, just to cut the mystery, my tits are great. Ask Michael.
xo,
Jennifer
dearest jennifer manzano,
yes you can only talk shit about me (when i'm not there) if you promise that brandon will mentally record (like the good little stenographer he is) everything you say and relay it to me as a Cento on Monday night during the Giants Vs. Trolly Dodgers game...
and...oh come on! write a poem about me! i'll write a poem about you:
I've been on a role with food lately
I'm on iteration 4 now
My restlessness today
sleeping in the doorway
a few moments
where I walk in and say
"Iron & Wine...'Windsurfing Nation' and Iron & Wine's 'Boy with a Coin'"
my underwear is inside-out
I'll be out tomorrow, for sure
yours truly,
john
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