By Brian Forrest Carlin
Date: 29 December 1999

Turtle's Prophetic Dream

12 Aug 99
Dear Misti (Bunny Rabbit),
  
  Now that I think about it more, that is what you
remind me of, with your little mouth always in a
pursed together. I loved your letter that I just got
and I have to write back before I get sidetracked. It
turned me on. And I totally understand your little muse.
It was excellent. I hope you don't worry about me looking
for women. I'm not. I just want to go dancing and I can't
pass up the opportunity to go to the holy Polly Ester's.
I'm gonna try and get some cups this time, they are the
coolest. I had about 5 before I met you that night, but
I guess I got distracted and forgot them.
   Your poem by 'the guppy' was still in my que to print,
so I printed it out and I'll read it after this letter.
   Do you have my camera? I can't find it anywhere and
half of my pictures from Jamaica are on it. Just let me
know. I hope this weekend isn't lame. Mark will probably
stay in my room with me after my parents get there Sunday.
I hope he is cool and not clingy like he used to be. Maybe
I can even take Alan to the local golf course near his
apartment. Of course I'll have my clubs with me.
  I'll have my cell phone with me all weekend so don't
hesitate to call me for anything. 
  I am still ecstatic that you like twin peaks. I'm 
purposely rationing the tapes to you to make you hunger
for it. The same way you hunger for me.
  I had a dream last night with you in it. It was kind of
weird though. The only part I remember now is that you were
with me and you told me to "look here", I looked down and
there was another guy with his head between your legs and he
was just eating you up like there was no tomorrow and he was
wagging his face back and forth and lapping you up terrifically.
You were showing me that he knows how to really eat pussy
and I was jealous of it. It sucked to be me.
  {I think that is an expression of how much I want to be
able to please you that way, but I am just unfamiliar with
it. Pretty embarrassing.}
  I read in a magazine while waiting for my haircut, that
men don't like to appologize because it is a sign of
weakness; such as admitting I am a bonehead, or not perfect
in some way, you will not want to be with us anymore. Men,
I am always trying to impress you. I am deathly afraid that
if I am wrong you will go away and find another more perfect
man. I know, intellectually, how silly this is, but instinct
tells me that I can't let you think anything is wrong with
me. I try to say I'm sorry. Especially when I came home so
late from golf. All I could think of for the last holes
was how you were probably waiting for me and you drove up
to see me and I kind of abandoned you in my apartment. (I
hope I'm not digging up old wounds) I am saying that I am
still kicking myself in the ass for it, just like I did
for what I said on our first date. But that is ok. Just let
me kick myself for a while, then after you feel I've made
up for it, you can just kiss me. And I love your kisses.
Don't ever hide your kisses from me. Your sweet tender kisses
are all I need to live. They are nourishing to my spirit and
body and they sure turn me on. The best part of this weekend
was when we were on the couch and just kissed for so long.
I really loved that. And to tell you the truth, I usually
just want to get on with the love making; but your kisses
are fandamntastic.

Stay lovely,
   Love,
     Brian