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Mon, Jan. 16th, 2006, 04:11 pm
we are all together!

dear maya,

you are a homo, i have decided, but golly gee, what a homo! hope everything's gravy.

love,
matthew

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dear andrew,

you da giraffe, yo. bookoo crazy, too. i think i don't have to say anything else to you; you just seem to be down with most shit. so yeah, tell darren and all them scranton motherfuckers whatup. we'll kick it when i swing back in that direction.

love,
matthew.

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dear leo,

i saw mike stynes in harvard in october. basically, harvard is a fucking strange ass place. mike's alive and well, though, seems to be having a hard working good time, because he's crazy. he bought me five ounces of sweet virginia tobacco and 600 smoking black rolling papers. i would write you a letter on paper, but, no, sorry, man, no can do, i just suck. i hope NYU is not busting your ass too much, and you're becoming quentin tarantino, because that is written in the stars, man, like, totally. i reckon i'll see you soon, bastard.

love,
matthew.

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dear dan,

i don't know your number, because i am what the people indigenous to north america refer to as "a fuck up," as in, "matthew, you're a fuck up." i think i'll be in NYC for a week and a half or two weeks in a little while, so, you should take me out with your friends and get me roaring drunk, we should play the shoe game (to be explained later), and i'll tell you about my chainsaw, twinkletoes. sound good? my phone number is (six four six) five four eight - seven four nine nine.

love,
matthew

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dear peter,

what happened to you?

love,
matthew

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so i am at this cafe in vancouver where it is legal to smoke weed, which is bizarre, because the USA is full of paranoid crazies. there are a lot of homeless people in vancouver, drug addicts, insane people, people with no luck or no brains. it is sad. last night, in a span of 35 minutes sitting outside, different people: bummed cigarettes; sold me a damned good drawing for money for a place to spend the night; offered me a three dollar blowjob and begged for cigarette butts and pennies; talked to me about living in real life kurt vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions; asked me if i sold ketamine, blow, crack, weed. it was weird. in every city i've visited, there are people like that who i have met. what to do, what to do. i'm gonna go write. g'day, mates.

Mon, Jan. 16th, 2006 11:54 pm (UTC)
danielioneye

Dear Matt,

I now live in the Bronx.

Nine-One-Four-Six-Two-Nine-Nine-Nine-Eight-Six (914-629-9986).

Call me when you're around. We'll get drunk.

- Dan

Tue, Jan. 17th, 2006 02:12 am (UTC)
squeakypeaches: Dearest Matthew

a) I appreciate your speculation on my sexual preference. However, I have not as of yet subscribed to any party, homo or otherwise. Thank-you for your suggestion. Hugs and Kisses

b) we are NOT all together. come to new york

c) I've got to know that, that I can be free with you

-M.

Sun, Jan. 22nd, 2006 09:05 am (UTC)
clownsell: Re: Dearest Matthew

matt. i'm not so sure maya's a homo. i've seen and known a lot of dykes in my time, so i doubt maya's prefrence lies with "our team".

more on this later,
leo.

p.s.

dear maya,

i'm on your side!

love,

leo

Sun, Jan. 22nd, 2006 09:03 am (UTC)
clownsell

dude you are just having a fucking GREAT time aren't you?!

i envy thee.

smoke a jayskee for mee-ay-skee... whatever.

letters are boss, rats. boss. please find the time to have an address soos i can write thee one. nyu is rad... and then not so rad. i'll explain later.

i'm glad to hear of the ok-ness of michael stynes. i was, in fact, beginning to worry.

more later,

love,

your friend,

leo.

Sun, Jan. 22nd, 2006 11:51 pm (UTC)
danielioneye

i concur, i was beginning to worry about that kid as well. party at stynes' soon. needs to happen.

also. matt, i've been drinking so much bum wine lately. two dollars and ninety nine cents for a bottle of night train is like buying a one way ticket from sober to stupid with a train wreck along the way. bum wine for all!