My younger brother would not
Keep sneaking up behind my back
And throwing snowballs at my face.
He did it three times. I responded in kind and he cried. He's mad because
He thought he was a superior snow
Ball projectile artillery specialist.
Not the case. I know my snowball
Trajectory tracking charts.
It bothers me when people don't
Understand how not to stop talking.
And maybe. It's better that I post
Things here rather than elsewhere.
Written communication is
Something like talking. With
Facebook. You broadcast to your
Audience. And it's complicated.
Because your audience may be
Familiar with you enough to know
When you are serious. And when you
Are joking. And it isn't always clear
What is meant when someone is
Writing rather than talking. And I
Think. That even then. Some people
Are somewhat difficult to
Understand. I wrote two letters today
To two people who I have no
Addresses for. And this is annoying.
Because. I'm giving it 50 / 50 that
They will arrive. And thinking almost
0 if post office employees are as
Procedural as they are said to be.
But what if it is 100? What if they are
Absolutely delivered the designated
Recipients?
If I had the addresses. It would only
Be because they were given to me
By that person specifically. With an
Invitation to write. I only listed the
Person's name. And city I met the
Person in. So. Las Vegas, Nevada. I actually wrote to two seperate
People. But. You never know when some people are related to some
Other people.
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"Clothes 60" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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