Letters to Rufus - So Hold On...

Dear Rufus;

What a strong video.  Where did they all go?

Sometimes...

For everybody hurts...sometimes.  So hold on...hold on...

Rufus is there a wasteland beyond the premise sea surrounded by alien's glee and if moonlight feeds the solar flame so faintly does the world lay claim to sunshine...to the power of sunshine?

Rufus from the lake of clay does come there a brightened day that shields the oblivious from their way of squanderous subtle feedback?

Lay behind me angel of day eat the passion from the wey and grow stronger, luminous wise and warm...cuz everybody hurts....sometimes....

So hold on...hold on....hold on...everybody hurts...sometimes.

Sincerely,
Timmy

Letters to Rufus - Happy!

Dear Rufus;

Sunshine shimmers in the afternoon glare
on my window painted blue.
An ocean sparkles in the clear as my creakbed
stands renewed.

Is tomorrow merely Sunday? Is Sunday merely a day? 
Left alone to ponder...I do, I wish, I wonder, I may.

Hello to you Heatwave.
Hello to you Friend.
Goodbye to a nightmare
Goodbye to a name.

Moonlight glimmers on the summer pond
on crystal waters shaded blue
A warrior glistens in the shade his wonder
stands renewed.

Is tomorrow merely Monday?  Is Monday merely a day?
I stand alone to ponder...I know, I will, I stand, I may.

I am happy as a peach, sweet as a lime, lonely as a muskrat - and wealthy with a dime.

Happy,
Gil Moore

Letters to Rufus - Fame

Dear Rufus;

My heros have always been Astros.
My daydreams have always been real.
Real in a way that only ushers sunshine.
Real in a way that only strengthens glee.

Rufus I am being frank I'll be a ruler.
Rufus I am sure I will only lead.
And when I am singing rock anthems in Toledo
I will remember this note sent Godspeed.

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Twenty years later I find this paper.
Gibberish written by blade in a tree.
Granny fell in love with Grandpa Sonny
Blah Blah Blah I'm smokin' pea

Fame is an ill-forgotten illusion
The Tony's celebrate BS on daytime TV
I am making up these things I am writing
Cuz reality shanked me at the knees.

My boss is calling me back to the quarry...my pick and hammer respond to the plea.

Signed,
Famous Luther
1969

Letters to Rufus - Isolation

Dear Rufus;

Isolated
Lonely
Island
Distant

Sound
Wind
Crackle
Pop

Silence
Whistle
Thunder
Smoke

Fire
Water
Lightning
Choke

Death
It
Stands
Certain

Isolation
Thunder
Lonely
Plunder

Sincerely,
Isolated

Letters to Rufus - Worn Out

Rufus;

Who the ---- are you?  Do you have a life?

I suspect you are opening a door.  Warm winds cut the frigid skin, like paper flying listless against the winter wind.  And the flesh has hardened, death is certain...paper cuts, no one listens.  Hello Rufus.  Nice to meet you.

Fabioitis

Letters to Rufus - OMG

Dear Rufus;

OMG - am I such a simpleton?  Am I such a fallen one that I have jumped below the surface to write...a note?  This to a block of granite that may or may night exist?  Or is it might or might not exist?  Rufus, I do not know and I do not care.  Who are you?  What qualifies you to care and for the love of goodness what qualifies you to offer opinions?  Are you Abby?  She was a princess...who are you?  A bartender...A Barter...A Scientist...And a whore?  I have this all figured out, my last doctor already said so...its a shame they're still looking for me...I am right here - and they do not even know who they are looking for.  And I am pawning nuggets of sapphire to those that are buying, while the world sucks hardened terd.

The simplicity of the line crossing - in itself, creates the line.  Think about it.  The simpletons rule the world.  Shame they are not represented.  For they merely elect the smores. 

Mintoskopic

Letters to Rufus - Dismantled

Dear Rufus;

Describe abstract Rufus? 

Is it here or it there, does it shimmer, does it glare, ar wax somewhat hidden from the view of the stratosphere?...for I don't know.  I am only calling seeking advice.  Is there light is there shade does the sunlight cut the glaze and are you lonely, lonely like thatz be me.  Do you call it ronry, to be mean or honry to counter glee is there sunshine beaming in from the clouds above.  Is there Glory in pain?  Does acid, really make rain and is there a social for a strugglin struggler like me?  Do you read these letters loud?  Do you dance below the clouds? or do you sway against the backdrop of the trees?  Or are you simply abstract as hell...like me?

Do you remember Sinbad? Okay thats bad....Remember all the things you used to have?  Well that's lightnin', below the heals of my abstract feet...and in the twinkle of an eye you will receive paintings from penners...sinners...at dinner...abstractly...just like me.  For who am I?  I'm guessing someone, quite likely, like me....I'm guessing someone quite nicely, rhyming g's.  Thanks Rufus, from someone, like me.  Abstraction Complete.

Pearl