We need to have a talk! Phil insists to me that you don't know I exist. Give him a sign. Wear that red tie to your next broadcasted meeting. It's clear to me agencies would freak if they were privy to my influence. Doctor, please believe me when I say it's safer keeping information vague. I shouldn't have said anything. It's safer keeping info-- Beet Juice galore in my vision and our lips our swimming in it on the presidential plane. Vlad scoops me away. Soring like the stork in the most nurturing way. I hit refresh waiting for the messages he delivers with his ties. I'm out here shifting nations from the sweet homey comfort of my car. There isn't a lot of leg room. U.S. Intel may have missed Vlad blowing me a kiss. Or it's safer keeping it-- I shouldn't have said anything. I shouldn't have said anything. My loose lips sunk my ships on daytime TV. It's safer keeping information vague.

I'm back in hell: a fenced in Astroturf yard where I'm bullied and my furmom can't tell. She laughs there with her neighbors while their pets push me around. I'm on high alert. I don't feel safe in this stir and can't break through this language barrier. Given all the freedom in the world. Unsupervised. I've exhausted all my warning signs. What's next to come should be no surprise. Fur Moms know best. I'm not set up for success but I make good Insta content. Love manifests in many ways and I'm overfed mine. Cheesy wrapped doggy SSRI's. Whale-eye'd and I have my hackles raised. What do you think I've been trying to communicate? "Oh he's just shy, but of course he can say hi". She grabs my collar and yanks me over paralyzed. I've exhausted all my warning signs. Given all the freedom in the world. All I have left is action I don't want to take. Fur Moms know best. I'm not set up for success but I make good Insta content. Love manifests in many ways and I'm overfed mine. Cheesy wrapped doggy SSRI's. My Fluoxetine's been super-sized. Sweeping stress under the rug per the vet's advice. Ah.

Don't touch that jacket! It belongs right there, right on top of that heap. Each item marked with an entry date. Who needs a shower? I could use the storage. All just clutter to the foreign eye but sharp to mine. Ease myself through these body-sized ruts. Rolling up and down the entire brick fort. Slow and smooth, careful not to knock down my collectables. Abundant yet scarce. Cautious as I can be. Careful not to set off the traps. The most treasured of the hoard: My brother, Homer. Rheumatic, immobile, knees stuck up to his chin. He's a recluse and he's helpless. Only I know where he's stored. There's piles up to ceilings on all five of the floors. Junk barricading doors. He's a recluse and he's helpless. I still leave the house crossing off a to-do list. The objective is to return with more junk than I left with. Watch your step if you dare conducting a welfare check. I'm trapped and he's lame but more traps are set. Careful not to set off the traps.

What's going on inside that noggin of yours, Koko? You have a big mouth but I suspect it's a bit misunderstood. Have you stayed well read from the comfort of your playpen? What are your thoughts on Nim? Or is Patterson puppeting your monstrous hands? What's on your mind? Are the subtitles anthropomorphized? Many think you came up with that on your own. No respect for what you are. They crammed a square two hundred eighty pound gorilla down a round hole. No respect for what you are but all the love for what you're not. A stuffed animal with a pull-string to make you talk. You're obtaining an outcome not expressing thought. Offering up word salad when you're without a prompt. After Nim it's a relief your kittens lived without getting stomped. What's on your mind you muscular troglodyte? Fred, Flea and Robin each wanted your insight. But you're not cognizant of that party trick you do. Next you'll want me to think that Keller could speak too.

I hope this email finds you well. Fortunately for you I have nerves of still. But not everyone may boast as much. Bro, did you see yourself? Well I did. It's not the most pleasant show. In your place I would consider that there may appear the audience. Perhaps it's not so pleasant now, is it? Believe me the one who viewed isn't happy as well. Make haste, the clock is ticking. Perhaps it's not so pleasant now, is it? I of course do not like to get on people's nerves. Especially the nerves of the unfamiliar. But I can't help but share these emotions with all your contacts. Post it on the web if you ignore the alternative. I really don't want to do this to you. Look at the position you put me in. I have no choice but to put the screws to you. You have seventy-two hours to pay off your dues. I'll hit delete, and you can chalk this up to a horrible dream. Perhaps it's not so pleasant now, is it? Believe me, my eyes popped out like in the cartoons. Make haste, the clock's ticking, satisfy my claims. Perhaps it's not so pleasant now, is it? If you don't value yourself at least think of the others. Make haste, the clock's ticking. There's no point in writing a reply. There's no point in it. Your prurient interests gratified. Your reputation's on the line unless you chalk this up to a bad dream. Uh. Only twenty-four hours left. My mouse is hovering over "send". One click away from instant regret. Make haste the clock's ticking, satisfy my claims.