Future Husband

so sometimes we get letters from our long lost loves. once a month we'll post one of these special pieces for the less fortunate in love, to share it around, you know. because that kind of thing is really nice. here it is:


Dear Jessica Blayney,

I stumbled upon your posters with a friend one Tuesday night, while inflicting our own smiles across this city. And were it not for your bit of blue paper, my hunger pangs may have destroyed Tokyo in three months or so.

As far as the boy on the bus, I do not know him - nor do I ever want to. He had the bone structure of a Yiddish dictator or some other maniacal gremlin, he seemed the kind of guy who would pass time listening to Nickelback and torturing small vermin (or orphans on his better days).

Other than that, the city was quite bland for a few nights there... A lost bird, a place to rent, some guitar lessons from some college-dwelling cunt... then there were us... beautiful us, spinning stickytape symphonies on Surry Hill lamp posts. Wrapping tape around telegraph poles like pythonic, PVC hugs.

I dream of being with you... Dancey dancey'ing with you down the aisle at a Dune-themed wedding. You wore all-black and I was wearing your mother's favourite church frock... the frills tickled the backs of my necks so much that I ruined the lovely vows you wrote for me.

Your posters compliment me like homelessness and sherry... I'm sure I'll see you out there once more...
We'll swap tales and tape over a tipple of tuaca.

Until then, your wobbly writing and fine choice of paper will foxtrot through my Saigon dreams.

All my love,
George Bannister

the bloomsbury dictionary of word origins

like ants
we did not wear pyjamas
keeping warm instead
by nesting in books


(the 21st day of every month seemed like a good time to contribute poetry)

your whole family is made of meat

let us sing a song about CATS IN A BASKET under the sea.

MONDAY FUNDAY #6

where did monday funday go?
like where's wally, but with no picture.

think you've found the answer? call 1800stinkyflaps to win a date with the mother of your choice.

he asked me where the eggcups were

MONDAY FUNDAY #5

goodmorning slurryhills. we left you some birds that speak and some cedric and carebears and some lost and found. our nice friend Custard Donut will pass on some lovely professional photography of these for those unfortunate enough to have missed seeing the nice things in real nice life.
today i'm not going to work because my immune system is being a slut. that is also the reason this is boring. and there are no pictures. and whatever else has gone wrong with anything or anyone.
in conclusion, i need to go and hug the cat. her name is leila she's pretty giant (not like the last cat, she was a runt) and sometimes she sneaks into my bed and spoons me and it's a little bit weird but still nice. so anyway that is what i'm going to do. have a lovely day and don't forget to wear deoderant. love from polly pocket.

in the meanwhiles, here are some other nice pictures to look at



perhaps a taste of what's to come....

THURSDAY BIRDSAY

so,

MONDAY FUNDAY #4!

if you are a very lucky person you will receive one of these. if you did not get one, it is because we are kinda poor and stamps are more expensive by the minute if you have not noticed and it would be maybe kinda rude to ask you to send us a stamped, self addressed envelope though you can do that if you like.
anyway, you can pretend these are to you instead if you like that option better:


























thank you for your cooperation.
also this weeks theme is brown. brown is nice.

sleepy peeky

a small blurry peek into our monday funnight activities...shhhh..

DO AXOLOTLS LIKE MUSIC?

if you're having a bad day (because when you photocopied your bum you realised it's not really a very nice one / your apple was powdery / you saw people wearing crocs /you tried really hard on that assignment and you still just got a Pass / you drank milk that was lumpy); this might help:

CATS IN A BASKET