|Nixon: good evening Pam
Pamela : hey there Rich!
Nixon: how's it going?
Nixon: i read your short stories. a while ago. i enjoyed them. i always do.
Nixon: and i'm sorry about the distance. however, you can't totally blame me. you did send me prefabricated emails every day for a week telling me you didn't really want to do much with me.
Pamela : you are so right but nonetheless really silly.
Nixon: but i'm not playing some lame blame game.
Pamela : i was thinking about it today, and i had some third party perspective, and i know that i am very intense, have various issues with such matters when there seems to be a lack of empathy...all in all. i really didnít mean to be so cruel.
Nixon: i know. but granted, much was warranted
Pamela : and you know what? i should be understanding of you, that you are of the breed of artists that are amazing, you need your creative space.
Nixon: yeah. but don't let me take advantage of that. it encourages laziness
Pamela : you need to let yourself breathe and be free
Pamela : no Rich.
Pamela : i love that you are an artist.
Pamela : i was being selfish because i wanted to rape the hell out of the fact that you are the product of so much distance, unhappiness...
Nixon: a product of these things?
Pamela : well wouldnít you say are?
Pamela : your emotional distance is the result of those things...
Pamela : maybe not
Pamela : feel free to interject
Nixon: or are those things the result of emotional distance?
Pamela : the cat is chasing her tail...and i want her to stop.
Nixon: put her in front of a fan and make her meow
Nixon: you will laugh for days
Pamela : oh No! Rich! um, the prefab'ed emails...they werenít to suggest that i didnít want anything to do with you.
Pamela : if i put her in front of the fan, will certain parts of her anatomy be shackled and ruffed up by the spinning blades?
Pamela : i am laughing for days as of now.
Nixon: well, you have to have some restraint
Pamela : in terms of?
Nixon: just close enough to get the meow to resonate through the wind
Pamela : but if she happens upon the sharpness belonging to these blades, whose to say that she wont become enchanted by their authenticity?
Pamela : (oh hey, was that remark about the cat a metaphor?)
Pamela : (or more importantly was that how you were responding my question?)
Nixon: was there a question?
Pamela : oh yeah.
Pamela : what are we restrained for?
Nixon: oh. restrained to not put the cat in the fan
Nixon: oh crap. Pam i have to go. my ride is here. The driver of which has the most incredibly windswept hair.
Pamela : ok
Pamela : see you soon -maybe you will have windswept hair that dazzles and amazes too.
Nixon: yes. i'll write you and make sure that my hair is dazzling and frightening in its attempt at amazing you. nitey nite lite bright
Pamela : later skater
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