Ett mail.

Jag fick ett mail igår natt. På datingsidan där min bloggadress står skriven:

nu har jag läst typ hela din blogg och kommit fram till följande:
1. bort med skägget, osunt, läskigt
klipp en vuxen frisyr, du kan ha välansat skägg kort om du måste

2. sluta se dig som en loser

Tycker jag var vackert.
Vilket inte helt osökt får mig att tänka på denna dikt av gamle Buk:

Fan letter

I been readin’ you for a long time now,
I just put Billy Boy to bed,
he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere,
I got 2,
my husband, Benny, he got 3.
some of us love bugs, others hate
them.
Benny writes poems.
he was in the same magazine as you
once.
Benny is the world’s greatest writer
but he got this temper.
he gave a readin’ once and somebody
laughed at one of his serious poems
and Benny took his thing out right there
and pissed on stage.
he says you write good but that you
couldn’t carry his balls in a paper
bag.
anyhow, I made a BIG POT OF MARMALADE
tonight,
we all just LOVE marmalade here.
Benny lost his job yesterday, he told his
boss to stick it up his ass
but I still got my job down at the
manicure shop.
you know fags come in to get their nails done?
you aren’t a fag, are you, Mr.
Chinaski?
anyhow, I just felt like writing you.
your books are read and read around
here.
Benny says you’re an old fart, you
write pretty good but that you
couldn’t carry his balls in a
paper sack.
do you like bugs, Mr. Chinaski?
I think the marmalade is cool enough to
eat now.
so goodbye.

Dora

Varför ska det vara så svårt för vissa människor att förstå att jag älskar världen?

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