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A righteous Fellow

I can't help but tell this story. There is straight-up insane patron of a bar I attend in Minneapolis called Bullwinkle's. He is always there. I can't remember his name which is too bad.

Here is his deal. He pays you one hundred dollars and he tattoos a picture of his face on you. This has conditions. By taking his tattoo you joined his army. At some point in the future he will call you to rise up against the forces of capitalism.

My letter to Shelley

Dear Shelley,

Pessimism is ubiquitous today. You have the ability to relieve some.

I probably will never be published how and where I want to.

Until I found out you might be willing to publish on me.

I want you to appropriate my skin, and I will appropriate your word, and we will make sweet literary love with needle and ink.

I may be a year to late and 20,000 requests behind, but my skin is young and aching to transcend the limited communication of dimple constellations.
I hope you'll consider me for a word.

Sincerely,
Devin Rapson
Minneapolis/Los Angeles

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