Dr.Spuds Physco Therapy

[Xanadu]

Dear Doc,

Empires build on top the tombs of fools...erected structures rape the land. Armies pen the sheep and strip them of their wool. Asthetic kingdoms marvelous luring in the foulest of souls leaving a wake like an atomic bomb.

Signed,
Paved over flower

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Paved Over Flower,
Disembodied mannequins' crazy in the streets...whirlpools of Bohemians discontented souls with grave yards at their feet ...dangerous power and egos of peace... faith and fear or fearing lack of faith, must we bleed for the dancer... find serenity my dear flower, for fear of becoming a wilting bouquet, still wrapped in plastic.

HUGS,

Spudly

[Xanadu]

Dear Doc,

Headless Kights spinning wheels racing to a growing junkpile. Prime machines programed as slaves lead to tossed away burnouts with no pay. Skellitons lay struggling underfoot nashing their teeth at bread crusts. The King crunches bone with every step obese with stolen wealth.

Signed,
Warm Memory Chip

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Warm Memory Chip,

Intelligent designer persistence rewards complex advances mirroring you my Anam Cara' of Fortitous circumstances. Garnished nerons dreaming together prejudices and the mechanistic pool boy washing windows,
I see you.

HUGS,

Spudly

[Walkinghairball]

Dear Doc,



I'm not feeling well.



Signed................................ Sick Antired.

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Sick Antired,

Drink plenty of water, slurp some tomatoe soup and get some rest.

Hugs,

Spudly

[Xanadu]

Dear Doc,

The blueprint is still and the intracacies never end. Doubtfull faces peer across the abyss denied access to the pages.

Signed,
Marooned Image

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Marooned Image,

The patterns continue, clocks running on all fours, surreptitiously un-
wittingly monitoring emotional feedback. Passages of genetic tinkering
with bloody swords and the weak cry out for peace in the orange glow of the night.

Hugs,

Dr. Spudly

[Xanadu]

Dear Spud,

Patterns emerge with great centrifigal force pressing lines of diamond sharpness marooned in a sea of spirals and dead ends. Why do eyes look at me the way they do only seeing the difference and not Truth.

Signed,
Marooned Image

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Marooned Image-

The circus is in town and superman is laughing in shame as absolute spirits transmigration of the souls abstraction. Depersonalized spitirual values in a world of materialism as all essential knowledge relates to our existence. Not to worry it is nothingness of possibilitys but a shadow destined to vanish.

Hugs,

Spud

[Xanadu]

Dear Doc,

Fried Barchettas and little rubber wheels tumble in oil sate'd for mechanical teeth. Trash compacing stomachs shitting bricks of rust my feet flee such appetites.

Signed,
Shoeless Trekker

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Doc,

Fried Barchettas and little rubber wheels tumble in oil sate'd for mechanical teeth. Trash compacing stomachs shitting bricks of rust my feet flee such appetites.

Signed,
Shoeless Trekker

Perhaps in my haste to rush, I over- analyzed the putrid stagnance of language, dumpster diving into the corner book store. I fare you good will with gloden dumpsters and mirrors of new cars.

[awip2062]

Dear Dr,

The leaves are so pretty!

Signed,

Falling

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Dr,

The leaves are so pretty!

Signed,

Falling

Dear Falling,

Ride the breeze and dance with the leaves
enjoy everything new and old and in-between

HUGS,

Spud

[Mr. Potatoe Head]

Dear Doc,

Fried Barchettas and little rubber wheels tumble in oil sate'd for mechanical teeth. Trash compacing stomachs shitting bricks of rust my feet flee such appetites.

Signed,
Shoeless Trekker

Dear Shoeless Trakker,

Enthusiasts full of extravagant effusions of prevaricational sequences implement understanding as new is evil till the crust forms as errors of truth in dialing for dollars depleting ploughshares and over again we begin because man does not see things as he himself stands in the way... play monopoly and by some new shoes as only truth becomes lies hidden

HUGS,

Spud