S.B.T.118

a package arrived on sunday unusual, unheard of, but yes a strange envelope with the words “Please Rush” written in blue across an arched red swash. Enclosed in a tidy white crisp plastic bag with a rusty eddd jedd transparent screen print “USPS”. (logos are just everyeveryeverywhere just wanted to say that. well i was on my way out to join the ffeeders for their rounds about wildlife and there it was hanging on the doorknob like a soft bell ready to chime.

but it crinkled i mean thats the sound it made as i opened it and pulled out the patriotic redblue 8x10 picturesized envelope with a bulge in the middle.
i wonder) who sent it i turned it over and again over a name a return address a company I never heard of.  IXIX Industries  hmmm; I put the envelope on the mudroom table, folded the bag to my pocket, , spinning some time to wonder wander what it is, on saving the best for last* also not possibles in sync w/it have the chance to evolve to become an unpleasantlike usurperising something like a subpoena sub pena, or notice of some infringement in due diligence that some leo expects an immediate response to without almost no sweat in his chair. (infringements on peace safety privacy are newmerrilous and rampant just wanted to say that.

some time later i returned covered with dust and grit from crawling under my belly on a house to retrieve an injured hawk (many people con floo S whose clothes r xsepticably dirty at the wildlife rescue just wanted to say that.

I still have not yet opened the package do you think it could be...?
no idea i see well ok i will open it.

inside a windowscreen textured plastic envelope and something wrapped in tinfoil nestled inside, a small rectangular shaped object with handles perhaps a tiny treasure chest, i imagine...but
now, see i have an irrational fear of things wrapped in tinfoil, it was because of a dream i had when i was 8 years old no it wasnt a dream it was an audio visual experience in real time live in full awareness of being that was clearly what it was but i wont press the subject most people dont have time for it anyway just wanted to say that. billy bob thornton is terrified of antiques

he has to struggle to find a hotel without them in Europe. so allegedly committed to this fear he will sleep in the bus if he has to. i’m like that with tin foil scared good me too, tin foil and all its permutations. darn creepy.

because of tin foil i will have to get someone else to open the package,

later


this is not a copyright infringlement

this is appropriated aerreated art


*the true test of a best-for-last person is how they will eat a hostess creamfilled cupcake. those who lick the cream out at the end after theyve carefully taken apart the white squiggles and peeled the thick frosting onto their shnozzolas, and then delicately bitten off the top edges of the cake, those who at THAT POINT decide to lick the cream, those are certifiable

xxx