I have a diving suit in the basement you can use. I have been meaning to show you. Actually I tried it once and went into the water. There may be problems with the oil now, but you have to try it to be sure. 


It is more real than the past. Maybe you have a special power, but I cannot re-experience my memories as well as I would like. I don't believe anything can be replicated. Does this make the diving suit light or heavy? 


If you go in to the black water, you will see yourself. It will be like the Christmas party. You will realize how terrible it is to be pure, to be independent, to be the ideal American. 


Pick up some of those white crabs, while you're at it. I can cook it into a stew, and you can have it. I'll bring it to the office. Things far away taste different. I have never seen a jellyfish. More and more I feel that life is becoming mythical.


-Phil

BB Wolf:

Since you're gone I've been writing to you more, and it is now obvious that we don't actually talk about anything when we are together. and I have never been able to admit it but your looks do bother me. You have big teeth and freaky eyes. And a big nose. I can't really think when I am around you. I feel like you're going to eat me. You'd be popular among Twilight fans. 
How is Alice doing? God. I can't believe you're doing Alice. She's half as tall as you. 
Just now there was a giant thunder clap and it made me think of you. Some people might say it's romantic but you should know that the only thing it means is that I blanch when you enter the room.
So, good thing you're not here. 
My garden is doing moderately well. Last week my flowers were not so hot because I forgot to water them. And then my virtual garden pretty much died because I accidentally hit erase. 
Ok, well, talk to you later I guess.

Little Red.

Echo has red hair and skin so pale you can see her blood vessels dilate as she blushes.

Echo has black hair and sallow skin that grate like scales.

Echo has straight hair and no curves.

Echo has voluptuous hair and sinuous contours.

 

Her mother, who can’t see, complains: 


bejeezus Echy, make up your mind. I don’t give a damn what color your hair is. It’s gonna fall out someday. So’s your skin. It feels tight and supple now, wait til you get to my age. Ever heard of small pox? The Indians? You could pull their skins off like peeling boiled beets. 

Don’t like beets? I don’t care about that either. You’re gonna eat these beets.

If your urine isn’t purple tomorrow you know what’s coming.

It’s good for you. What’s good for you doesn’t have to taste good. You don't know what's good for you.


Love,
Mom