At see level sure everyone's got eyes to write back to you, but no one really knows what alphabet we're each other using now do we? Tap tap tap and at sixty words per minute I'm zooming at 88 potential characters per second as my tongue launches a missive to you letting you know maybe about the fire or the flood, or the truth and the crossed fingers of God, or the frying pan and the rhythm of hunger, or the cracked bell jar and the soul leaking out, or the desire of the good man inside who just wishes he could get 88 thoughts per second all firing down the same lane of his love highway in order to write a simple letter.

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