I’ve got mail.
Would one of you geniuses like to come forward and claim responsibility for the contents of my mailbox?
In which we check mail, are not so smart
Remember this?
To wit:
Hi
Cup+pedal = Capital?Pls. Halp.Ty.Lav.
Many gold stars, many back clappings.
In spite of everything that the witness protection people did, the relentless Thomas Kinkade still managed to find me.
Yes, because they make me feel like it’s 1985 and my grandmother has just fed me an Abba Zabba and some grape juice. We’ll walk around the card store and I’ll buy some stickers—dinosaurs or dragons? Maybe a Mister Magoo comic book.
Wherein we check our email
Hey dude(s),
Your tumblr is this dope
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and I just started following you. but must you update so much? I fear I will be inundated with your posts and will unfollow you in a couple days.
Not that you should change yourself for me, we just started this relationship, and it’s a two way street, at least that’s what the counselor said. But seriously, you should post less. It would be awesome-er.
Dear sir or madam: You are probably correct and we sincerely appreciate your missive. We have posted what, three things today? Either we have Tourette’s or the multitudes of city overwhelms and we cannot but reflect such profusions.
Also, if less photography perhaps more drawing? Is this a pleasing syllogism?