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Thank you for your letter which had nothing remotely to do with the English language as we know it. I shall light a candle for you this Sunday - how else could you be saved?
This jigsaw business is really gripping I just can't wait to get it completed (yawn).
Thank you for the photo. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Grace Jones? You sound like a real fun kid. The postcard was a scream - I feel asleep reading it. Is it too late to ignore your Sounds ad?
So, you don't think I'm insane? Coming from you this isn't too encouraging. I'm convinced that you're insane. I'm usually right about these things.
Today I bought "Love Zombies" by the Monochrome Set. It's a lovely record, but I feel I would enjoy it much more if I had a long mac. Actually, I have three. Are YOU "bleak 'n industrial"?
I'm sorry you lost your sister. That sounds very careless. I wish I could lose mine.
What End music doth you dig? I have always considered "Tiger mountain" to be one of the best albums ever, and "Warm Jets" is fab too. As for old Uncle Lou - "The Bells" must be his 'meisterwork'. As for 'BICAMERAL' (everyone knows what this means, schmock-face), why not observe the run-off of 'Boy's Keep Swinging'? Heavens above!
Don't tell me you take acid! I might have known you're so typically 1980. As for the "lrn-Bru", well, such things are beneath discussion. I supposed you like "Not the Nine 'O Clock News" too, and masturbate to pictures of Anha Ford SO typical.
Since you so politely ask, in my spare time I waltz around sunny Manchester looking sultry, overeducated, and kinda deco (whatever that means). I consider it my only real purpose in life to look as bored as humanly possible. I'm SO old-fashioned.
Here is what burning waxings that presently turn me on (babee);
Today I died again (Simple Minds)
How I wrote elastic man (The Fall)
The end (Nico)
Frankenstein (New York Dolls)
Sweetheart Contract (Magazine)
Fantastic voyage (David Bowie)
6060-842 (B-52's)
My cheery is in Sherry (Ludus)
Do you get out much? Or do you watch television all week? You really don't tell me much about yourself. Are you catholic, or what? The questions are getting desperatesville. Who are you anyway? I know absolutely NOTHING about you. Maybe it's just as well, Are you a nice person? Are your parents rich? Do you smoke (I supposed you do)? Failure to answer these questions may result in prosecution. I wish you'd send me a photo. I like to see who I'm criticising. Oh well, I'm off upstairs to play "Love Zombies"!
Your good friend of friends,

I asked my father,
I said, "Father change my name."
The one I'm using now it's covered up
with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

He said, "I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
or to make some woman smile."

"Then let me start again," I cried,
"please let me start again,
I want a face that's fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm."

"I never never turned aside," he said,
"I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
it was you who covered up my face."

And may the spirit of this song,
may it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
a shield against the enemy.

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I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem in heart I am an American in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway the layers the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.