by Blake Thomas Miller

Created on: September 04, 2008

(fiction love letter)

Dear Richmond Valentine,

Well, I don't want this letter to be corny or, anything. It really has been impatient experience that your beauty has become terribly missed. This has been a lonesome journey that now my steed arrival, out of the super blue, is at your shore. You might not like my cigarette breath but, you make me want to be a better man, that I would quit everything harmful and, replenish health. I may have gave up life, or at least tried to, but life wouldn't let me go and, death doesn't want nuisance. You are like a bright, lucky star in my dark, dark, dark world. Aww, Golly, I must have traveled thousands, thousands miles just to find you and, your magical powers. It is probably a classic line to ask you if "you want to be my valentine?" because, the world has become so awkward and, each day's a war. Because we met somewhere and, much has happen, I wouldn't dare to ask anything from you. I am just writing letters to honor your divine vitality that is like a H garden of money. I feel like a child of wonder when I am close to your presence and, it's a true dream that anybody wouldn't want to wake up from.

The reality is I have found someone else and, this writing is like an addictive hobby; a dangerous hobby. The letter could dangerously become moronic. You are like an artist with the varied glosses flavors on your lips. The reality is that you are a bombshell and, you know what you want. Your naked body is like, the cause of every war in the history. You are the legendary Helen and, I am just the old Priam. Your kiss could kill the sorrow in a man. Yes, I have felt much sorrows, for these souls that, I no longer know how to carry myself but, the purpose is not being reliant on the beastly beauty that you now possess. The possession of your beauty would burn the house down and, I would be in it. Remember, do not be afraid and, the horse would awaken for you. The walls would be smashed down and, you would be robbed away which is every men worst fear, is when their wives get robbed away.

You must know that I am a moral man and, the codes of the bible has been studied. I wear ethics and honor on my sleeves. I do not want to exhaust you with this mindless ramblings and, the letter is meant to christen you. You are now in the body of our Savior, and Lord, Jesus Christ. Your baby skin head shall be baptized by the Saints and the Apostles. The spear that thrust the son of God on the wailing cross and with his last breath, he said "

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