about five years ago, i tracked down a guy named lane foard because i became obsessed with his clever line of cards called, squibnocket. besides, i track everyone down that i admire. i call and leave messages on their work voice mails, i write to them, and i send them love out into the ether...because, you know, why the hell not. so, after talking to lane from his san francisco apartment for about 30 minutes, he agreed to send me some of his cards that weren't available in colorado. he also included this one that i still have wrapped in the cellophane:
let me try to sort this out.
initial eye contact should last no more than 0.35 seconds. which leaves 9.65 seconds for an imaginary movie montage of you and me buying ice cream from a beachside stand, playing chase in the waves, washing a car, and spraying each other with hoses, skipping and wearing matching sweatsuits to a theme park, shopping for a puppy, and ultimately making sweet chaos under the stars until we cut back to real time and i get to look at you again.
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