. postcards from next door

[Foxy.Rabbit]

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, hi


food here for some reason tastes better. scenery didn't change much, windows are still narrow and dusty. people will astonish you, they smile all the time, that am starting to freak out. am also, still struggling to get any sleep. and still getting those damn messages on my cell, our newspaper subscription is due soon, we're out of milk, and i should probably tell you that the backyard is filled with frogs. umm ..postcards are suppose to be short, so tell about you, i hope you're doing okay... i hope you're misrable, broken, happy and perfect. please write me back



.yours truely

[dream catcher]

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Dear F,




You've no idea how glad I am to have heard from you, my heart is at peace at last. I, for all that matters, still am as you left me. Quite the joyful partner. As you know, things never change around here, lights still flicker, the door knob is still broken, I still hate cats and people still aren't my favorite creatures, we're the architects of our own demise and as foolish as we are, I am pleasantly surprised that we still are the dominant species on this planet. Also, its my pleasure to inform you that am neither miserable nor broken. neither happy nor perfect. i do not feel any of those things because I simply do not care, I stopped caring along time ago, probably around the time you left. I wish you sorrowful days and sleepless nights.





.yours truly

[Foxy.Rabbit]

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dear yours truly,

not to point out the not so obvious, but there has always been this red line, crossing every single aspect of this 3D living organisim called life. a game i was never asked to take part in, did not choose the components, level, or even any of the other players. i'll try and jump across some of these red lines and see where things will be. having said that, am leaving you a box of stacked memories right across the street, please come pick it up as soon as possible, it's starting to leak and the neighbours are complaining. don't write back

yours truely.