SO, i have a friend named peachy ( amanda's her first name but we always called her by her last). peachy is awesome. i haven't seen her in 12 years but we still keep in touch from time to time. she's a pretty busy gal with her band and all making real CD's and touring the country. check out her site [here]. but anyway, in high school we used to write crazy notes back and forth to each other between classes. they were always way out there and they never made any sense. while i was looking through some of my stuff tonight i came across some of those notes. check these out...
peachy's note to me:
"i've noticed that the fat man walks alone and he dips his toes in pools of donkey saliva. on a wednesday the trees sing with macaroni and patty cake eyes--sing in the night with a door knob nose spewing forth liver bones. rub my belly and call me buddah--sing deer-angle and eat some tuna. good bye sweetie-pie with a cricket in your eye."
my response to peachy:
"lint in my belly button and jack on a rack with his nose to the door. an old worn shoe shoved up a stove. on a tuesday sing "PINK!" and rip a leaf from a tree, blood trickling down. burn. me. toast.'
(written november 1996)
i miss those absurd but most creative days of my life....
