A note from the author
Dearest Readers,
Well, the response to my blogging comeback has been amazing! Thank you so much to everybody who wrote in, phoned in, rode in, got stoned and drove in, wore their robes in, and sent their bones in. You make it all worthwhile! I am chewing on one of your bones and wearing one of your robes right now. Your bones are tasty.
Also, a note to Ms. R. Winchcombe of Derry, Ireland - thank you for the woolen cardigan you knitted me! Even though you forgot to put arm holes in, I have been wearing it constantly. You would be surprised at how many times you have saved me from accidentally biting or burning my fingers off!
Right now I am sitting beside the fireplace in my favourite leather chair, which occasionally makes creaking noises not unlike the passing of wind. I am wearing a derby hat, smoking a pipe, and stroking my pet wolf. I gaze quietly out my window, and the night is still and dark like a thick blanket. The full moon hangs in the sky like a supple, milky breast, and I am suddenly thirsty. Soon I will retire to my boudoir and brush my golden locks, all the while thinking of lost love and other such girlish fancies.
Yours Truly,
Reclusive Genius
P.S. I have just realised I do not own a pet wolf, and that I may be in grave danger. Please send help immediately.
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