FINAL RESPONSES, DUDE

Dear Frank,

Thank you for your response. I will have your materials back to you stat.

You're watching me from the other side of the freeway. A huge oil
tanker comes by. And we collide. Its impact on the guard rail causes
it to flip over and oil punctures metal, salving the pavement with
greasy cactus water. You're jumping up and down trying to fully see
the wreckage, trying to see some blood. All you see is incandescent
gasoline dripping onto the underpass.

Good luck,
Britt



Brittany:
you're amazing and exceptional in many ways.

you are also ordinary in some ways, one of which is your adolescent
need to flirt (all the guys here
remarked on it) and then complain that the guys you flirt with are
harassing you when they respond.
have some character and own your own shit. juvenile. guys are onto it.
you don't fool anyone except
yourself when you won't own your part in it.

if you had a shred of writing talent, or more pointedly if you had
anything to say about the world
outside yourself, you wouldn't be afraid to share it with me. you are
facile but you have no soul, which
is the steady state for anyone who approaches the world
narcissistically, with a sense of entitlement.
it's all so elitist and middle-class. you really blew it.

thanks for promising to return my stuff 'stat', whatever that means.