December 31, 2008: Wednesday
Rhinestone-speckled, tortoise-framed shades,
Come to my aid, come to my aid!
Dim the chaos of the threatening near,
Calm the tumult of the passing year.
Sweep with delight away visions done past,
Bring in the new and make it doth last.
Send me to places filled with right dreams,
Let reality supplant till bursting at seams.
Rhine-stone speckled, tortoise-framed shades,
May we seek together good fortune in spades.
Happy New Year!
January 1, 2009: Thursday
I must admit that my reality is tinted -- not suffused tawny amber as my lenses -- blushed remarkable instead by souls familiar resplendent. Angelic mortals are all of you -- whether vile or splendid, contentious or amicable -- it is my honour to be enlightened by your countenance. Thank you! Have a great afternoon!
January 2, 2009: Friday
Ashen, dusky, walking clouds girdled in apricot luminosity reflect off the lenses reclining on the dash. I peer into the failing blue and watch as Mother Nature mimics the work of Michelangelo. Good evening!
January 3, 2009: Saturday
No message. Busy day.
January 4, 2009: Sunday
Hurky jerky was the night,
Wracked with cough and putrid plight,
Senses desperate, please relieve,
NYQUIL! NYQUIL! NYQUIL! *wheeze*
My first text I received this almost sick-free morning was from my friend Robert. His puppy, Klaus, killed his sunglasses this morning. I read this text through the lenses of mine. Gently, I polished the amber glass slowly, showing much care and appreciation. I ensured them that Klaus was very, very far away. I'm a thousand percent better this morning. Good morning!
January 5, 2009: Monday
The weatherman says it will be cloudy for days. My sunglasses, while jubilant for the short vacation, will miss the view from atop my head. It will not miss, however, the smudgy fingerprints I always seem to cover them with while there. Good afternoon!
January 6, 2009: Tuesday
I'm a little worries about Erma. She took me off vaycay! Sumthin' bout the wetherman being rong. Is it my fault the wethrmn was rong!? oops, someones comming. Ciao, baby!
I want to apologize for the last text you received. I don't know who could have sent it. I was looking for my phone and I found it under my sunglasses. you don't think.... nah... couldn't be... Good morning!
Originally sent as text messages.
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