Dear Nicholas, it's Auditory Recall 1978 this is just a test to see if i like the sounds the sounds the keyboard makes when i type.
i like the way it sounds. it reminds me of being a little girl and of my old cat Snuffer with
bladder control problems that would pee on my dad's lap as he tick-tacked away on the
typewriter in the next room and the way i would sleep with the bathroom light on and how
i like it pitch black now and how i was afraid that willie nelson would ride into my room on
a horse and cut my ears off with a dull knife and how i had scarlet fever and hallucinated
for three days while my mother sauteed onions in the middle of the night and how my other
cat nicholas had died in the front garden next to the tree that grew and cracked the concrete,
that grew from a peach that i had eaten and buried. i knew he was dead by the way my mother
said "get dressed and come outside, yes! its ok if you wear that dress just hurry!" he was laying
on his side under the peach tree, already stiffened, rigor mortis setting in before death. he had
eaten a poisoned rat. i would pray to nicholas at night knowing that it was blasphemy. sacreligious.
i knew that from learning about baal, thr golden calf, in sunday school. but i would pray to him
and picture him in the eternal fiery furnace and i would tell him that one day we would be reunited
and we could be eternally damned... together.
Dear Nicholas, as you burn in Hell, I am still here. almost thirty-two and life is still as complex as
it was when I was five.
i think i'll uninstall the typewriter keyboard sound emulator now.
good night, Nicholas.  ¶ 1:51 AM