Dead Letter Office / talking to the moon

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:15 pm

the United States Postal Service has a division devoted to letters sent but not deliverable.

i like that.... statements, laments, humor, kooky shit that happened, whatever.... but please, do not reply on this thread to anothers letter.

cluck your tongue or laugh/cry, but please just walk away.
private mail them if you must ... though even that may be an intrusion into their fluidity of speech in the future.

the depth of confidence may be measured with a sigh.

thank you, this means a lot to me.. a place to write without critique or concern thereof.

nipples

PJ · Post by PJ » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:26 pm

How's that different from the Internet?

alice · Post by **alice** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:45 pm

nipples wrote:within two hours of coming home today, i knew my lower back was going to stay cricked-up no matter how many times i snapped my neck. when i snap it, the bones grate just like chomping teeth on dry spahghetti noodles, but almost always cures things all up & down my spine.

so i meditated & thought the pain away, for awhile,but it came back no doubt from delving into mental realms less pleasant, and what got me to this place of persisitant nagging after all.

so what is it?

is it the typical "i'm not mated" crap? nope... have that all the time, and frequently am very glad that i am single, thank you very much.

is it something i have done, as in wrenching it while splitting wood or boinking i an unconventional manner? nope. did nto split wood yeasterday, nor boink other than in my dreams (with Juan Javerez of Columbian Coffe Pickers Association watching, bu that should not have tipped the scales or plates of my spine, eh).

so, it is a thought, miscreant & persistant, my doubt perhaps in humanity divining for a purchase in this other world?
there was that nightmare two times ago, with crabs crawling out of my elbow as an old freind tried stepping on my head to get out of the whirlpool.....

or is it (please) a cancer, foul & most able to gain my release where desire & effort to heaven have failed? morphine, please, though i'd rather face transition awake & wide eyed, confidently poised.

rather it is a back pain, i maybe summoned for day-to-day compassion from a kindly druggist? perhaps that is it? my supply of pain-killers taxed recreationally beyond prescription?

such is the devious nature of this back pain, lower as it is, just to the right of my spine, perhaps four disks high of a less than ample buttock.. or a wasting of succulence wrought from too less fat? are disks simply brittle & cracking, though my belly flatly hot? what justice is this?! at sexual prime at 18 times at least two, a body to die for though pained perhaps to thrust (should the occasion at last present itself).

oh begone this pain of mine! where have you come from, i have not a clue, but you are not mine, i did not ask you in nor invite correspondence with you!

you need an holistic chiropracter. where are you located? i can send you a name.

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:54 pm

to be alive is to be offensive

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:55 pm

within two hours of coming home today, i knew my lower back was going to stay cricked-up no matter how many times i snapped my neck. when i snap it, the bones grate just like chomping teeth on dry spahghetti noodles, but almost always cures things all up & down my spine.

so i meditated & thought the pain away, for awhile, but it came back no doubt from delving into mental realms less pleasant, and what got me to this place of persisitant nagging after all.

so what is it?

is it the typical "i'm not mated" crap? nope... have that "condition" all of the time, and frequently am very glad that i am single, thank you very much.

is it something i have done, as in wrenching it while splitting wood or boinking in an unconventional manner? nope. did not split wood yesterday, nor boink other than in my dreams (with Juan Juarez of Columbian Coffee Pickers Association watching, but that should not have tipped the scales or plates of my spine, eh).

so, it is a thought, miscreant & persistant, my doubt perhaps in humanity divining for a purchase in this other world?
there was that nightmare two times ago, with crabs crawling out of my elbow as an old friend tried stepping on my head to get out of the whirlpool.....

or is it (please) a cancer, foul & most able to gain my release where desire & effort to heaven have failed? morphine hopeful, though i'd best face transition awake & wide eyed, confidently poised.

rather it is a back pain, i may have summoned unconciously for day-to-day compassion from a kindly druggist? perhaps that is it? my supply of pain-killers taxed recreationally beyond prescription?

such is the devious nature of this back pain, lower as it is, just to the right of my spine, perhaps four disks high of a less than ample buttock.. or a wasting of succulence wrought from too less fat? are disks simply brittle & cracking. what justice is this?! at sexual prime at 18 times at least two, a body in trim though pained perhaps to thrust (should the occasion at last present itself).

oh begone this pain of mine! where have you come from i have not a clue, but you are not mine, i did not ask you in nor invite correspondence.

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 8:57 pm

stop it stop it stop it!

stop responding!

can you not read?!

i appreciate the concern, but PLEASE!

make a statement wholely your own ( well, without this threads impetus)

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 9:06 pm

go to hall closet

pick up hiking boot

put lower jaw & upper lip in neck of boot

scream into boot

set boot down

close closet door

walk away

Bob · Post by **Bob** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 9:08 pm

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nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 9:40 pm

it is pretty seldom that my back hurts.
when it does i wonder why.

usually i am abundant in health.
like a cornucopi-fucking-a.

anyways, last night i wrote this to a friend & am pasting it here because like her, i know you will not try & figure out what it means or how you can help me. that is my job!

:the nightmare involved a room with a sinking floor,
me w/ childhood freind being sucked into it,
he ends up trying to PUSH me down to stand up on
(the FUCK!), so i say "oh no, not you too!" the meaning
being that even my best freinds were not really there at all...

so, then i restrain his hands (they are small.. he was a jockey!),
but he keeps finding bent paper clips and spent-staples on
the floor, which he uses to scritch-scritch against my wrists,
and soon, little baby crabs run out of a wound on my elbow,
so i'm trying to now hold his two hands with one of mine
so i can squeeze all of the baby crabs out of my arm,
working it like a tube of tooth-paste, right? but then a big lump
comes toward the wound exit, and a snake head pops out
darting and snapping it's jaws, meanwhile my freind (the FUCK)
manages to pry a hand loose & mess w/me long enough where
the snake goes back inside my arm, and i'm thinking "oh fuck",
"now the snake is gonna have another batch of live-birth crabs!".

so i managed to squeeze the snake out of my arm along with a final
pus-bag, the i looked up into the now huge tunnel of ripped flesh
that was formerly my elbow, for evidence of more crabs, thinking
that the emergency-room techs have probably never had a case
like this before so i might as well be in postion to tell them what
is the scoop inside my arm (not trusting them, either, the FUCKS).

so, all in all, it was a not so nice dream as far as it bodes my
social skills as lacking, but the graphics were quite superb!

take care,

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Tue Oct 07, 2003 10:09 pm

aaack!

bill was the jockey, & he'd had to watch as his brother drowned.

they had ridden horse-back across pond, and neither could swim but his brother fell off behind bill. bill was about 15 at the time, his brother scott, (God rest his soul) 13.

was that why the dream?
i have been thinking of bill lately.

i'll google the fucker. google him silly.

nipples · Post by **nipples** » Wed Oct 08, 2003 12:45 am

gonna see billy
gonna wrap him up in nugs
to our fucking heads

SED · Post by **SED** » Mon Feb 05, 2007 9:28 pm

Not fade away.

Ugly Dougly · Post by **Ugly Dougly** » Tue Feb 06, 2007 10:18 am

Name on Demand wrote:How did you do that?

Dead Letter Office / talking to the moon

Dead Letter Office / talking to the moon

oh alice.. you got me between revisions!