Letter to Erin 20150502

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello, my beautiful Erin.  Raging emotions?  There was about to be a storm just now.  The sky was almost black, but on the opposite side was pure sunshine.  It's so hot before the storm: when the vapors solidify into the tears of the sky, I can feel my being steamed as I kiss the ground in prayer.  I always ask God for our happiness together, more than five times a day.  And whenever it rains.  The rain didn't materialize today, even though my sweat dripped like rain.  I spent the evening under the mango tree with a coil of mosquito incense burning under my chair, stuffing peat pots with dirt for my baby mangoes.  With Bat Cat sitting pretty and watching.

Floofy Darling is eating her cat food now.  She's so fat, she could use a diet.  But now little ---- has no appetite.  I know she is in heat.  She suffers the most from being in heat, if one could gauge so by her howling.  She's past the howling phase, now she's hiding and moping in an old guitar amp box.  Perhaps Floofy was communicating to me about her daughters, and their behavior being cooped up and in heat.

You my darling, are so famous and beautiful that it is safer for you to be cooped up.  But please don't be regretful, because I love you, and I want to marry you.  I'm watching "Roxanne" right now.  It's a 1987 Cyrano de Bergerac rewrite set in a beautiful small mountain town, with Steve Martin as a fire chief and Daryl Hannah as a beautiful blonde astrophysicist.  Yeah, she's a rocket scientist.  Like you, huh?  Since it's so lonely at the top, you might as well use your mind to explore, right?  I'm going to do some encoding and Sims 3 next.  Erin I love you, and I need you.