Deara Adella,
Is the world like Alfalfa? Maybe more like wheat. Definitely. Shinning and shimmering golden stalks blowing in the wind of autumn. Beautiful. But useless unless used. It's like a two edged sword. It's like friendship.
No one but you do I wait for, yet you refuse to see.
I know this is unfit for this strain. No witt, no rules, no home. No laughs..., but dear Adell, where were you today?
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Alfalfa
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Dear Honeymooner,
Why is it called that? Are you really stuck on a moon eating honey? Is it flavorful? Yumm, orange honey is the best. Orange is the best. I don't eat oranges much though. They look like human flesh sometimes, just like when you bend your arm your elbow can look like your butt. I was wondering if you fell off any cliffs yet, then I remembered you are going to get abducted by mad cow disease and it really doesn't matter anyway if you have a red hat on. I must admitence, I'm jealuos of your orange knickers. Please share. Gota chaow.
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Monday, June 14, 2010
Drats those Fishtics!
Dear person of extreme personage,
I saw today I had a follower. It made me feel proud, like I'm a leader of sorts and I mean something, then I realized it wasn't you Adell.... I don't know what to think. I can't lead that other guy! He's scary like the mokana stuffed animal that I sometimes wake up to in the middle of the night. But mokana is so loving and soft that I could never stay scared of him. After all, who else would befudle Kurgi if he wasn't around. Someday I'm gonna dress you up like a big soccer ball. Then I could kick you all over the street and no one would think twice on it. But if you got bruises your face would look less like you and more like a bag of Dole blueberries. Then maybe you'd taste swell. And your face would swell. I like that idea. But I don't want you to be in any pain so I'll have to do it to my follower instead. Now I'm all sad....
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
My feet are like penguins 5 and 26 and 2010
I seem to remember you telling me you would smell nasty. But you didn't. You smellet like one of victorias secrets. They are very secretive, no? If you sang me a love song I'd marry you. Yup I would.
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Sunday, March 14, 2010
What now brown 3-14-10
I have a feeling! That tonight's going be a good night! Because we have a condo in Moab that is condolicious. Just like your face, which I didn't get to see yesterday. Or the day before... Now I must imagine it and your not going to like it. I really think I'm going to put big black zits on the tip of your nose. And your going to have a buzz cut. Don't forget you have 3 arms. Holy cow! I can't believe you look so bizar! You must change. If you don't we wont be able to meet face to face till I menatlly prepare myself. And this could take a few monts. Maybe years.
Hmm... Mentally prepairing, mentally prepairing, mentally prepai.....ment..p....................
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Marching in the 9th of 2010
Dear Adelllllllllia,
I can see my feet, as they are attached to me. It is highly convenient to have them thus as I can use them any time I feel the need to. I can also protect them from unwanted touchings, and give them a regular cleaning. If I was to give any advice to you today, I would recomend you keep your feet attached to you. You'll agree, if only you try for a short while, that the benefits far outweigh the negatives. I do hope you'll try.
Sincereticly,
Jamonely Danish-princess Hearless
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