Morning fevers

Les petites faunesses, 1896

Dear Ugliness,
When I dreamed of you the other night I was angry! I was confused! Why were you there? But now I understand: my brain inserted one in the form of another. You, and you, the other too, are horny backed toads.
It is 62 degrees, I am listening to Blonde Redhead, I have a bottle of Fracas, and a pinch of magic from the Pacific Northwest. True, I do regret not buying the psychedelic mushroom poster. But: Ugliness? Good-bye!
Never Yours,
Leigh