Post by yousonuva on Dec 4, 2004 12:37:52 GMT -5
Ok so this is a silly little writing comedy thing Blurry and I have been working on. I write as Felicity/Tanya and Blurry as Lemback (from The Projected Man) in some ironic-confused-gender thing. So far three letters have been written starting from me as that lady.
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My dearest of dears, Mr. Lemback, you had filled my life with joy and optimism where I once thought none could ever again exist. I had felt such joy in my life ever since you said the words "I am staying". The smile on my face was as pure as steel and nothing anyone ever said or did could draw my attention from the thought of you. How I longed to always be near you and know that the sun would never go down so long as you stayed. But then you left. What have I now but misery? How is it possible that these feelings of deep morbidness can be so tangible? Where was the thought I once had that there was a sliver of even contentment over joy? Do you not want to stay? Is that it? No, do not tell me. I cannot hear it. The only thing I want to hear is the silence which now fills my soul. The emptiness that has now conquered my dreams. The lonliness that stares unabashedly in my mirror. Lemback. I am crushed.
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Dearest Felicity,
I cannot express to you the exquisite pain I carried deep in my breast as my hired taxi carried my aching soul from the warm home I had shared on my visit to old London town. 'Twas a visit all too brief in the lamenting eyes of my heart, 'tho my stodgy mind took his place as the ruler of my person in all spite of that former organ of feeling. Alas, the surging tentacles of my business responsibilities grasped my attentions, as they are too often wont to do. My presence has become crucial to so many people in the establishment of my life's work, and so many of them dull. Of course, the most engaging social companion in the world would seem drab compared to you, my Flora.
It is much to my chagrin that I lately discover the occupation that has afforded my liberty and independence of finance has also an unseen chain on my body and bars over my personal desires. Once I could not afford a meal, but had pleasure to spare; now I can summer in the country with the finest company, but have no freedom of spirit. Ah, the wheel of human progress is cruel to human hearts.
Sweet Fannie, do not despair over my departure, that would be the cruelest work of fate yet. You must know, for I must tell you, that my heart was yours for the time that we knew each other. Do not let those plump pink cheeks transform into sallow grey hollows. Do not let Sorrow wreak her idle whims of perversity by having tears make your clear blue eyes red and bleary. Do not be crushed, oh do not say you want silence, for your voice was the music of joy in my soul!
O Francine, I loved you! How it chokes my breath to use the past tense, but it must be so. O fickle fate! O Sorrow! O how the sickly moon that resides over everything wrong and false laughs with choleric glee at this, our dashed affair! It is over now, I cannot stay. How cold the words seem to me as I write this! But there it is from my pen: I will not return.
I can only hope that you will look up at the stars someday and remember the night on the lake, or in the garden perhaps, the time I held your hand for the first time. I will look up and remember you, my love, my Frida.
Warmest regards,
Dr. Lemback
P.S. What was your name again?
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My dearest Lemback,
Uh yeah, the name's Tanya....hello? My face is up here. yeah.
Although you have seemed to forgotten my name I am still overjoyed by the arrival of your letter. I could not even begin to express the levetation in my own heart at the words you so elequantly scribed to me and the anxiety I had been feeling is now nonexistant thanks to you and your gorgeous stroke of black ink.
I now understand the reason for the haste in your departure and can finally sleep at night knowing I am still in your thoughts. I pray the taxi did not overcharge you in your quest for the airport. Oh that I do pray. If the detestable cabbie did overcharge you, I curse the souls of his or her children for that would only be just and deserving.
The kindness of your words now give my life new meaning and my spirits are now oblivious to the word 'sullen'. For altitude is the perch of my view and elation is the chair in which I sit. Even if I have herpes, it is far from my mind....oh I'm sorry I forgot to mention that to you.
My sweet Lemback, we had a wonderful something and now it is over. I know it. I accept it. But knowing that you had felt the same longing for me as I you, makes even an eternity in hell seem a lifetime in Barbados. BTW I am pregnant with your child.
As lovingly as a bag full of snuggles,
Felicity Tanya
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My dearest of dears, Mr. Lemback, you had filled my life with joy and optimism where I once thought none could ever again exist. I had felt such joy in my life ever since you said the words "I am staying". The smile on my face was as pure as steel and nothing anyone ever said or did could draw my attention from the thought of you. How I longed to always be near you and know that the sun would never go down so long as you stayed. But then you left. What have I now but misery? How is it possible that these feelings of deep morbidness can be so tangible? Where was the thought I once had that there was a sliver of even contentment over joy? Do you not want to stay? Is that it? No, do not tell me. I cannot hear it. The only thing I want to hear is the silence which now fills my soul. The emptiness that has now conquered my dreams. The lonliness that stares unabashedly in my mirror. Lemback. I am crushed.
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Dearest Felicity,
I cannot express to you the exquisite pain I carried deep in my breast as my hired taxi carried my aching soul from the warm home I had shared on my visit to old London town. 'Twas a visit all too brief in the lamenting eyes of my heart, 'tho my stodgy mind took his place as the ruler of my person in all spite of that former organ of feeling. Alas, the surging tentacles of my business responsibilities grasped my attentions, as they are too often wont to do. My presence has become crucial to so many people in the establishment of my life's work, and so many of them dull. Of course, the most engaging social companion in the world would seem drab compared to you, my Flora.
It is much to my chagrin that I lately discover the occupation that has afforded my liberty and independence of finance has also an unseen chain on my body and bars over my personal desires. Once I could not afford a meal, but had pleasure to spare; now I can summer in the country with the finest company, but have no freedom of spirit. Ah, the wheel of human progress is cruel to human hearts.
Sweet Fannie, do not despair over my departure, that would be the cruelest work of fate yet. You must know, for I must tell you, that my heart was yours for the time that we knew each other. Do not let those plump pink cheeks transform into sallow grey hollows. Do not let Sorrow wreak her idle whims of perversity by having tears make your clear blue eyes red and bleary. Do not be crushed, oh do not say you want silence, for your voice was the music of joy in my soul!
O Francine, I loved you! How it chokes my breath to use the past tense, but it must be so. O fickle fate! O Sorrow! O how the sickly moon that resides over everything wrong and false laughs with choleric glee at this, our dashed affair! It is over now, I cannot stay. How cold the words seem to me as I write this! But there it is from my pen: I will not return.
I can only hope that you will look up at the stars someday and remember the night on the lake, or in the garden perhaps, the time I held your hand for the first time. I will look up and remember you, my love, my Frida.
Warmest regards,
Dr. Lemback
P.S. What was your name again?
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My dearest Lemback,
Uh yeah, the name's Tanya....hello? My face is up here. yeah.
Although you have seemed to forgotten my name I am still overjoyed by the arrival of your letter. I could not even begin to express the levetation in my own heart at the words you so elequantly scribed to me and the anxiety I had been feeling is now nonexistant thanks to you and your gorgeous stroke of black ink.
I now understand the reason for the haste in your departure and can finally sleep at night knowing I am still in your thoughts. I pray the taxi did not overcharge you in your quest for the airport. Oh that I do pray. If the detestable cabbie did overcharge you, I curse the souls of his or her children for that would only be just and deserving.
The kindness of your words now give my life new meaning and my spirits are now oblivious to the word 'sullen'. For altitude is the perch of my view and elation is the chair in which I sit. Even if I have herpes, it is far from my mind....oh I'm sorry I forgot to mention that to you.
My sweet Lemback, we had a wonderful something and now it is over. I know it. I accept it. But knowing that you had felt the same longing for me as I you, makes even an eternity in hell seem a lifetime in Barbados. BTW I am pregnant with your child.
As lovingly as a bag full of snuggles,
