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Unanswered E-Mail

Kyle Hemmings

    Hi Kat,

    I was passing by your hangout-Miranda Sinned—and I picked up a plastic girl with all your features. Only her eyes and lips could move. So I felt sorry for her, people passing her on the sidewalk like she was a manikin who needed a life but all she got was stillness, which is a form of nothing. So I tucked Plastic Girl under my arm and walked down East Houston. Plastic Girl said Where are you taking me? I said, I’m not sure, maybe we’ll go shopping together, or maybe to Miranda’s when it opens, but you can’t dance, so nuke that idea. She asked me to put her down. I leaned her up against the wall of an old brick and mortar building that I knew housed a 24 hr. massage parlor and the office of a guy I worked for. He was a Chinese gangster kingpin, who on the side, collected exotic butterflies. He gave each one the name of a love child. With her blue hungry planet-boy eyes, Plastic Girl froze me. She said What are you looking for? Do you think you can find luv with a replica? Polyurethane silence and doll-drop eyes? I said I don’t care. I said you remind me of someone who was once there as like inside but I don’t know myself anymore. Plastic Girl’s hand slowly raised. I stepped back, not sure how to process this. Then, she melted. What was left was a girly space alien with flashing eyes and antennae for ears. She placed me under her arm and we flew over the city. It gives you a different perspective being up here, doesn’t it? she asked. Yes, I said, but I’m dizzy at heights. We landed at the same spot, in front of Miranda’s, and after a long waxy kiss, she took off. She said she had to return to her planet and her parents were old fashion. I told her I’d keep in touch through virtual thought channeling while keeping Deep Space integrity.

    Kat, if you believe this story, then give me a call.

    If you don’t, then give me a call anyway because I can’t seem to reach you.

    Love, Pixie-Bob

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