Golden day: the universe has entrusted me with a copy of
LETTERS TO E.T., a book of fan letters "culled from the over thirty thousand pieces of mail already received by the official E.T. Fan Club." (I would rather read the letters culled from the over thirty thousand pieces of mail already received by unofficial E.T. fan clubs but that is a perverse desire.) The cover shows E.T. looking very wise and sexy in an oversized flannel shirt -- a shirt so flannel and oversized that we know it must be his boyfriend's, and that his glowing finger for once shines not with Empathy but with something else -- and holding a letter to himself, a love letter. And his glowing fingertip is laid over a Name.
THERE IS ONLY ONE THING FOR ME TO DO
POST A LETTER OR A PIECE OF FAN ART EVERY SINGLE DAY UNTIL THE BOOK IS COMPLETE AND WE ARE SATISFIED
STARTING: NOW. We begin with Deanna Marie, a baby taste of what is to come. The babiest of baby tastes, and it will make you hungry.
Dear E.T.
1 E.T. I hope you are a nice animal
2 I have seen you at the movey
3 are you a very nice creacher
4 E.T. I want you to come over my house one day
5 I live on Ruby Street
6 Call me one day my fon namder is 555-5249
7 E.T. I love you very much
8 I hope I see you one day
Deanna Marie
7 yrs. old
6 comments:
why did she number the lines like it's a damn poem!
It IS a damn poem, baby Elisa, in fact it is a fucking poem
Deanna is probably really 20. I think I may have tried to teach her violin lessons.
xxoo
A number poem? She stole that from me. Now I know who it is.
Poor Deanna, I may have also tried to teach her violin lessons. It was...not successful
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