Mr Lunatik s circle story

Dear Dadarno,

I felt the closing of a circle the other day.  I listened to a speech by Yoko Ono in Japanese, and understood everything she had to say.  My first Japanese teacher was Yoko Ono's cousin, thus the circle, learning the language well enough to understand her cousin! 

Yoko was in town to promote "Universal Love." I saw her at the Tokyo Design Festival, where one of the booths promoted "Love Bags."  My favorite Love Bag stamp: "Well Oiled Sister."

Like Flaubert, I continue to attract lunatics and wild animals.

One is a fanatic gay literature lover, who writes poems to me with topics like what a dog would do to my brain if he found it on the road. 

Another is a synaesthete, who, when I described to her the feeling of taking marijuana laced with PCP said, "That's how I feel all the time!"  She feels cool whenever she's in a place where a murder has taken place, sees music, feels colors and well, I don't know how she tastes, because I haven't tried her!  Anyway she baked me a birthday cake and as far as I can tell there was no PCP in it.

Miss Japan International seems to have been involved in making some nymph love movies before she decided to become a model.  It's times like this that I regret not having a DVD player. 

In fact I'm imageless, not even possessing a T.V. At night I am either looking at ice melting in a glass, or a line of text in a book.

Salute,

Mr Lunatik