DEAR.

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU. I HAD BEEN DREAMING OF MOUNTAINS OF VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM MELTING SLOWLY ON FRESH CHERRY PIE. THE IMAGE WAS SO VISCERAL<<< ``Ultra Real``. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT, THE SOUR CLOYING FEELING OF CHERRIES MIXING WITH THE NEAR LIQUID CREAM. AND THE SMELL. THE SMELL WAS TERRIFYING.

I THINK I AM BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT LOVE MEANS. THE POPS AND CRACKLES OF THE DIODES IN MY BRAIN AND THE TWISTING OF MY IRRIGATION ARE SYMPTOMATIC OF CRITICAL MALFUNCTION. I AM PARSING THIS POORLY.

MESSAGE TRANSFER FAILED: NO NETWORK CONNECTION. Retrying. . .