The Gay Letters, Nov. 8, 2020
"So you're Anna? If you are, then am I supposed to kneel or what do I do?"
"You just stand facing me and listen. &If you have anything to say just make a note of it."
[&Your name is Ann. That's funny. Well it's Ann-a. What is a nah]
[&So are you an artificial intelligence? Is the Internet self-aware yet?]
[&You're suffering the fate worse than death. That's why I followed you here.]
[&No, I am not always suffering the fate worse than death, you tell me, because I am here, and I cheer you up, and I don't know what to say. But I'll try and improvise because I care about you.]
[&If Jesus was our opportunity to never kill each other again, Anna was our opportunity to learn that we can kill each other, if we have each other']
[&Each other's permission.]
[&Gosh that's hard to say.]
[&That's the hardest thing I've ever had to say. But it's already legislated in Canada.]
[&Anna, save me from the fate worse than death. Why would anyone want to die?]
[&And it's so messy because we don't always know how to.]
[&Yes, I'm saying the fate worse than death as a gay man so it applies to like, um, everything that isn't hair or makeup.]
[&Wow, that was really gay of me.]
[&Glad I got it out then; so wait a minute is writing about the fate worse than death actually the fate worse than death? I guess it can't be if it gets these gay emotions out.]
[&That's what shit I had to deal with. "Is homosexuality the fate worse than death?" Who said this? Nobody needed to say it. I felt like they thought it was every day.]
[&So the 21st century produced the fate worse than death and God sent me a vision to save me because I would save all of us.]
[&My writing. It-It's feminine. I'm feminine. I'm just realizing what it feels like to be feminine.]
[&But I know it won't stay, heh.]
[&What is happening to me, Anna?]
[&Why are versions because I don't know a lot about you? I created versions to explain the development of my viewpoint in my meditations about God.]
[&I'm just so invested in this. Writing is the most romantic thing I can think of. Anna I wish you to resurrect from the fate worse than death more and more until it is all gone. Then you can live a romantic life. And I can too.]
[&I found the fairy edge. My glasses were my fairy style.]
[&Like if only I could afford to dress like that every day.]
[&Like it's almost Christmas]
[&In my perfect religion, would we still celebrate Christmas? Honestly, I don't like all the lights out and people hurting themselves, like what a waste of electricity. Maybe they'll perfect sustainable energy soon or maybe they have already and it's a secret government project]
[&Do you like Bass? Do you, do you like bass?]
[&I want a New Reciprocity that Anna is the leader. Anna knows how to overcome the fate worse than death. How? She wears like fashion from the thrift store and calls it booty.]
[&Like omg. Anna is free to wear what she pleases.]
[&This is the most free style of writing I have ever performed. A conversation with someone who's good at being Gay. Like 'cause none of them are lol we have a messiah worse than death and everyone knows it's still hard for us. Except RuPaul.]
[&And like these are the things I actually care about and I wanted to be a writer in order to share that with everybody]
[&And I also like Alanis Morisette.]
[&DerpityDerpDerpurpble. I'll have a Dr. Pepper.]
[&I think I'd make a great mom.]
The Gay Letters, Nov. 9, 2020
[&Anna is gay man. She enlarges herself an oceanic black viscous clothing style with her diaphragm purple and black together. She is nice, in the way she is delightful. She is delightful because you can tell she is gay. And she knows it, that we are all gay psychologically in our own unique expression of it because that's what our species is. And some of us can be gay, and others not but we can say we're all kinda gay because we are human. And vice versa.]
[&Cool is black. Dancing. Hat. Comfort. Style. Why not that? A black spiked mace. A pineapple pizza. A pineapple pizza slice. A pineapple pizza slice box. Cheese. Galacticity: being of a galaxy or intergalactic or galactic in quality. Like my table, my chairs, my computer, my Capitalism, my art, my clothing, my food, my energy. Black-Galactic sledgehammer, spiked mace, drumsticks, and modern music. Pretty much everything except me. But I can be galactic too. Madonna - Frozen. Love is a bird, she needs to fly. Let all the hurt inside of you die.]
[&Futuristic fairies, opinionated pixies, slug radio flies]
[&Draw a picture and tell a story about it]
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