Wednesday, October 19, 2011

My friend,

You have stolen my knife. I left it in the kitchen, and now it is yours.

The maid did not steal my knife. You stole my knife. I paid three dollars for my knife. It was a dull knife.

You have stolen my dull knife.

Today, a new knife. It is powerful. I cut fish, vegetables, and cheese. It is long and dangerous. It glistens.

May your life with my dull knife be full and lucky.

And at last, my right arm is complete again.

Regards,

Лёва

3 comments:

  1. maybe? i was going for sweeney todd.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRb49u9408M

    :0

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  2. aaaaah right, I knew i wasn't quite right. another great early memory of you: when you banged your head on your dresser the morning of the performance. good times.

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