Email manners and Stan

abstract war on terror

From mary.tandem@gmail.con

Hi Stan I have told you all about what I’ve been up to at this Conference on Irregular Numbers,I thought you might like this article on Structuralism I attach to the email along with a photo of Wittgenstein in bed eating a meringue with a cake fork
Love,Mary [your wife]

From stan.tandem@ymail.comb
How delightful to know you are thinking of me today and thank you for taking the time to write to me when you are so very busy.I am also busy right now with the baking but I shall put it somewhere safe and take a look later; however,as I have said before,Structuralism is not something that I have found interesting.. it may even be a very bad destructive development of modern thinking.Since I value your judgment I shall at least read the beginning in case it is presented in a better form than I have seen before….
I care for you,love you.So despite my prejudice I shall not ignore your offering if only to keep you happy
Oh,For God’s sake,let’s top this stupid game and be honest
It’s just crap…and I wonder why you bother with it.Still we can’t all be geniuses l so I suppose I ought to be more patient with you as you have such a sweet smile and singularly
lovely eyes and will do anything I want more or less except sending me photos of yourself in silk lingerie lying on a bed holding a rose between your teeth I am sick of intellectual discussions and wish only to kiss your hands and feet both at once and lick your lips for you and then fall into bed
Who did you say you were?Your tone sounds over familiar

Ever yours,Stan the man

I’ll put you in my pocket

English: The National Champion Black Walnut (J...
English: The National Champion Black Walnut (Juglans nigra) on Sauvie Island, Oregon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I love you like I’d love a black walnut.
You’re so rare I can’t eat you.
I’ll put you in my pocket
and take you with me
when I go in town
I’ll feel your crinkles and your wrinkles,
But nobody will know.

I love you like I’d love a comice pear.
I’ll put you in a golden bowl.
I’ll let the sun shine on you,
Till you are ripe.
I’ll put you in my bag,
Take you to a meadow of buttercups
And devour you.
And nobody will know.

I love you like I’d love a flower.
I’ll give you my best vase.
I’ll stand it in the window.
Then I’ll look at you all day
With my peripheral and my central vision,
Till your pattern is embedded in my brain.
I’ll sleep well and dream of you all night.
I’ll wake up and remember it all.

And nobody will know.