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