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Seriously?
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The Shape of Your Inbox
Remember, we are at your postcard-composing beck and call.
Drop us a line at mirror (dot) meta (at) gmail (dot) com (or click the email link below) with your address, or that of a hated/loved one, and we’ll do our best to charm with pen and ink.
Bom dia!
OH MY GOD WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN WE ARE GOING TO DIE
Funny snaps!
Fruta de conde…
Wow. Who’s THAT?
Read this entry >>Want postcards?
We don’t know how well we’ll be able to maintain the blog from Brazil (because, do they have computers there???), but we’ve got our quills cocked and ready to compose some old-fashioned postcards.
And you know what? Left Hook and I write a bang-up postcard. Perhaps you would like one?
Kindly email your address to mirror [dot] […]
Read this entry >>Boston postcard
Four words:
STEELY DAN COVER BAND.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Plus a Chocolate Milkquake.
Ugggggghhhhh.
Postcard from underneath the bleachers
I suggested a late-night stroll beneath the mimosa trees. They smelled like heaven in the dark.
Mr. Pistol had other ideas. He took me to the high school football field–Home of the Tigers! the signs say–and pulled out a flask of Crown.
A girl’s gotta watch out around here. Cuz boy, one thing sure leads to another!
Postcard from Firecracker
She goes to a conference in New Orleans but ends up in…
Nice work, sis!
Read this entry >>Rochester Postcard
Rochester? Seriously?
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And you might find yourself hurtling through the sky on a jetplane reading a book called On Not Knowing How to Live, with crazy heaven-light shining in your face, and the book is so good it’s like a syringe right into your brain, and a little corkscrew-curl girl is having a tantrum in the […]
Florida Postcard
The problem with writing a Florida postcard is, I keep being drunk!
Fuck.
Plus, what am I gonna write? Palm trees? Bottomless cooler of beer? Warm green sea? Free place to stay? It’s all true. Plus we have our own golf cart for driving to and from the beach.
Best “That’s what she said” so far: other day […]
Postcard (Already)
Oh Lefty.
I got rilly drunk on the way here.
I don’t know how it happened, exactly. I mean, yeah, okay, I drank a lot. So sue me!
I sent Firecracker an email at 12:21 saying, “We’re at the airport! And we’re gonna get drunk!” Then I sent her another one at 12:39 that said, “I’m drunk!” Then […]
Postcard from the Left
Dear San Francisco,
You’re very cute, but you just aren’t for me. I’m not sure there’s anything beyond the cuteness, y’know? And I can’t believe you go about quaintly (some say smugly!) grinning while holding my two friends hostage. But people are weird–maybe they secretly like it!
That drat illness I brought with me meant that I […]
Postcard from the Left
Dear Pistol,
PLEASE EXPLAIN.
This combo is all over the place! Do they share fryer oil or what?
Special shout-out to Secret Keeper…
Wish you were here!
Luv,
“Right” Hook
Postcard from the Left
Dear Pistol,
I’M EATING THE FUCK OUTTA MEXICAN FOOD, SON!
Luv,
Left Hook