we've been naughty about letters and about poems. we're going to get back to them. in honor of that- words:
To you,
Tonight I’m sober so that ruins living in the uk. The leaves turn brown and it rains for two weeks. There was bad language, sex and coffee- which it needed, because everyone else ordered Chinese food while I was gone.
As per usual, I had to tell you exactly nothing. Just something. Conversations like in the 50s…I guess I’ll end this now.
Good luck making Paris.
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The Concept.
Hello. We are the Stepholiz. We're two old friends who write each other letters from far away. Then we take each other's letters and cut and paste them to make silly little poems in the form of new letters. Then we send them back. These are those poems.
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