While I was at dinner tonight with Lacey and Kate, Kate asked what was going on with Bongo Jordy. Ask and ye shall receive!
While I'm pretty sure that he sent me some emails long enough ago that they have since been purged from my gmail trash, I have exactly FOUR emails still in there that were sent on February 23rd. And here they are:
When I find something, I'm concerned about why, so I try to commit myself or commit suicide. What did I do to distance myself from you, I hate flowers that remind me of sunny days, go ahead and judge, I do every day, cause the sun so bright makes my nights decay, I sit alone in the dark jealous of the sun that looks upon your face.
God's paintbrush is real that's what I can't grasp.
Revolution doesn't. smell too good.
The world is made up of icy individuals, lets melt that ice!
I don't even honestly know what some of these mean. But I am very happy that it has officially been over a month since I've heard from him. Is this the end? Let's hope so.
4 comments:
"God's paintbrush is real that's what I can't grasp."
This is a good gem upon which to end communication.
You know because you've posted about him, that he's totally going to start flooding your inbox (or I guess spam box) with emails.
Oh my gosh he's back? I need to alert Mega to this.
This guy needs to write a book of poetry.
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