dear sir

i once wanted to be like you in the great cavernous way that your soul opened to the sun and the bronze of your lungs filled and reflected out, and you breathed copper and it went out and up and it was lighter than air. i wanted to see how many ways you could count to three, and maybe it was lisped, and maybe it was simple and something upwards sideways. i once wanted to climb inside you and pilot you like a helicopter and land you somehwere. maybe the azores. maybe in bolivia- i assume it still exists but the whole world seems ngfulfed nowadays who can be sure; where would we land if it didn't? what does the sky look like there?

i understand why you chose the curtained lantern fixtures and why wou ld you ; ; ; why w;;; why you didn't want to see the nature of the thing as it was the beast the wolf the cowardly lion *HARRUMPH* who would bite *HARRRUPH* and claw; why wo;;; why ou;;; why you chose snarling and why you chose seething.

i don't really watn to write a letter but the places it caould be sent are innumerable and think fi you were the one to recieve it? what you would think? what would you think? where you would go? i am unsure of the correct postivities or the refracted atomic imbalancies that one expereinces on a day to day basis but maybe this would make you feel happier maybe you would find a modicum fo completeion the delicacy of pure xistence

i breathe you buddha and hindu; tell me what you thin now