fan e-mail to: Gary Baseman
Dear Mr. Baseman,
I hope that YOU receive this, and not a secretary or something, but if so, please O please forward to Gary. I am an illustration major at Columbia College in Chicago. I am a strong appreciator of your artwork and love everything that you do. If I was in an unsatisfying relationship, I would ask you out on a date. However, for the record, would you go out on a date with me? If you went out with me, it would consist of a picnic in a cemetery at dusk, followed by coming over to my house where we will make animal masks for each other while drinking wine(its ok, im 21)and then MAKE-OUT! woot woot!!
The main reason I was writing you was in regards to my visit to the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. When I went to the MCA gift shop I was ecstatic to see authentic Gary Baseman coin purses. They were sooo cute, I had to have one! However, when I saw the price, I was astonished, they were $35! I find it difficult to believe that the production costs of such a simple item would be so expensive? Why Gary? I’m an average college student and I found it difficult to afford. So, to much dismay, I had to pass on the cherished item I so intensely coveted for my loose pennies and tampons. So, I think it would be of great importance and moral responsibility if you request the MCA to sell your item for a reasonable price($12?) or better yet, make the item available on your website and lets cut out the middle-man (MCA).
Also, I would like to request your mailing address so that I may send you one of my drawings? I’m sure you are a busy man, but if you would like to send me a little doodle on a napkin or piece of toilet paper even, then that would make my day! I love you.
P.S. Who is your favorite band/musician?
What is your favorite movie?
What is your favorite book?
P.P.S. If you are interested, here is my blog, Rachelculturedotwordpressdotcom
P.P.P.S. Did you know that ‘P.S.’ stands for ‘post-script’?
– Don’t be an asshole, please write back!!
xoxoxox Rachel L. Coulter xoxoxoxoxox
ooo…Halloween!
As I walk the darkened wood at night,
With nervous fists clenched so tight,
Piercing caws of murderous crows
Icy, howling wind that blows,
Simple noises that I hear,
Fill my mind with fright and fear,
Through the brush I twist and twine,
Blackened sky and stars divine,
Footed path shown no light,
As I walk the darkened wood at night.
fearful mirrors
Trees with identity crises
When intersecting shadows aren’t reflective of their owners
and the kids with cool haircuts kiss their cigarettes
with the awkwardness of a first date
the first day of class meant that Hot Topic reached a new sales record
nothing is more unsettling than the obviousness of imagination.
brown line lovers
oh baby o babee fresh young youth lust loving after and faster your angel headed innocence intoxicates my fancy loosing you feeling you take me o take me away revolving in you on the cta rolling on the floor tyeing our skins together pda has never been more public no one looks up too afraid to loose their place in ch 5 of johngrishams latest novel you bring the big city pulse to me in me erupts my soul makes me burst and flourish and sprout all over again cant stop that loving feeling i feel in my skin that vibrating reverberating love song sung in my lungs keeps me breathing keeps me seething
