 Sweet Calliope in whom my heart finds blissful repose the summer months take me unawares in these sparsest of quarters dread not sweet hound obviously with everything going on the world we have to be wary of not only our health but our loved ones health so I've been sending letters on a weekly basis to all my friends and family pray tell what be the hour what be the day whence has mighty soul hung his golden head it's felt millennia it's felt a fortnight if not longer literally ten minutes my roommates callousness distresses of my humors I know his heart's in the right place trying to keep in touch with his family I mean I talked about family on a daily basis to I just don't understand why he has to do it through letters I mean he's just literally throwing him out the window saying this letter or reach him fly upon the winds of chance sweet one and carry my message to the one I love and so like I said before I know his heart's in the right place so I'm trying to help him out and I've been melding the letters for him I mean just to see him happy I guess it couldn't hurt anything but I will try to talk him into using the cell phone