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and now it's time for unsent letters
dear person haggling for postage,
i don't think they'll let you do that even in places where haggling is commonplace. The postal service's rates go up. It sucks but there's nothing that can be done and all you're doing is annoying the people behind you in line.
<3,
phin
dear crabby-ass hipster at Cafe Vita,
You can Get The Fuck Bent with my compliments, stomping off in a huff because i sat down at the end of a six person table you were occupying half of AND dared to accidentally nudge the leg thus disturbing your ... i don't know, sulking, brooding over the price of hair wax or nerd glasses, whatever you were doing there. Fortunately the gods smiled on me for daring to sit there, because after you left a cute girl sat where you were.
Still, get your retro imitation urban outfitters forty dollar stick out of your ass.
<3
phin
dear woman wearing the leopard miniskirt and gigantic black hat with the mourner's veil,
interesting fashion choices for a trip to the grocery store at 11AM.
<3
phin
dear queer sped-type checkout person at value village,
idk what effect you were TRYING to achieve with the scraggly beard and the piercings, but it looks like your facial hair is pierced. which is just weird. maybe you were trying to make it look that way, but it's not really a good look for you. or well, anyone.
<3,
phin
hi! i had a delightful time Out, despite what the unsent letters may lead you to believe. <3 how are you? fic roundup post soon. maybe a pic post later, maybe not.
i don't think they'll let you do that even in places where haggling is commonplace. The postal service's rates go up. It sucks but there's nothing that can be done and all you're doing is annoying the people behind you in line.
<3,
phin
dear crabby-ass hipster at Cafe Vita,
You can Get The Fuck Bent with my compliments, stomping off in a huff because i sat down at the end of a six person table you were occupying half of AND dared to accidentally nudge the leg thus disturbing your ... i don't know, sulking, brooding over the price of hair wax or nerd glasses, whatever you were doing there. Fortunately the gods smiled on me for daring to sit there, because after you left a cute girl sat where you were.
Still, get your retro imitation urban outfitters forty dollar stick out of your ass.
<3
phin
dear woman wearing the leopard miniskirt and gigantic black hat with the mourner's veil,
interesting fashion choices for a trip to the grocery store at 11AM.
<3
phin
dear queer sped-type checkout person at value village,
idk what effect you were TRYING to achieve with the scraggly beard and the piercings, but it looks like your facial hair is pierced. which is just weird. maybe you were trying to make it look that way, but it's not really a good look for you. or well, anyone.
<3,
phin
hi! i had a delightful time Out, despite what the unsent letters may lead you to believe. <3 how are you? fic roundup post soon. maybe a pic post later, maybe not.
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"Jazz crowd
Art critics smokin'
College girls barkin'
At college-type joes
Jazz crowd
Walkin' round the gallery
Walkin' round the gallery
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Is there any more red wine?
Any more red wine?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Jazz crowd
Sizin' up the pictures
Strange crucifixions
Bleedin' on the wall
It's an execution
This dog has its day
This exhibition's
An artist from L.A.
L.A. artist
L.A. artist
We eat 'em for breakfast
We eat 'em for breakfast
What do they know?
What do they know?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip-
One young lamb
Takes a look around and says,
"Man! This is just like Dali!"
The people with him?
Well, they forgive him.
C'mon - he's from Jersey!
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Where'd all the dip go?
Don't even mention Miles Davis, man
Miles Davis sold out
Sellin' motor scooters
Said a writer from the Reader
Said, "He still looks great, though
He ain't clean - he looks half dead.
But he blew it sellin' scooters
What's he doin' sellin' scooters?"
"He needed the cash
He needed the cash
He needed the cash
His new record's trash
The guy can't blow."
Where'd all the dip go..."
You have to hear it, I guess. I'm not even sure if you can download it online. I only have a copy of the record because the label that produced it was from my home town.