"Dear she is real okay,
i was treated with great hasteation concerning the explaination of a most inexplicable phrase. seeing as how i check for blog updates often enough to be called 'obsessive' or 'a stalker', i expect better treatment. please break alanna's shoulder blades with a golf club so that she can never ice skate in the olympics tommorrow. also, steal some money from her and send it to Brett Hanover, PO box 1, Jamestown, VA. also hire a squad of disgusting but morbidly sexy goons to lick her hair thouroughly, which will provide momentary sexual pleasure but will lead to rather uncomfortable matting. replace her hair conditioner with an air conditioner, watching carefully for any rhymes or puns which might be derived. then get her to explain what groping for luna is. with much electrons, brett"

"whatcha call it when you look at the sky in a poetic kinda way? you know, when you grope for luna?" -- frank black of the pixies, "subbacultcha"