Letters from the Left Field 1

Mon, 2 Oct 2000

Hi psyco dude and Councel of the warring time.
Working it out through a test of fire, I remember your OBS house where you thruogh bottles against the corner wall and listened to Pink Floyd. Here I sit bewitched by my daily schedule and concerned that the day I had was great , but the next has gota freak show all of it's own. The even calm of nothing, but entirely positive.
Now the screne is blurred from C.T. wine. What if all time is soon to pass. The undercurrent of a Holy War . The big eclipse. An over exposed big flash.
Flash Gordon, Archie Andrews, and Mom reading a horror story of the beauty and the beast, twirl in incandescent dreams fueled by prosac. I last took P. or mind altering substances a while ago, but as my extended slurr reveals, dreams are lactating membranes in my head. Effervessant speed drives along pathways of bliss .
Enough after work rambellings. We expect to see you in the pleasant day.
All is there,
Justin.