Oh, darlin' Bud,

what words are there to convoy what’s in my heart over to yours? I know you said somethin’ ‘bout not sayin’ sorry, but first off I wantcha t’know how badly I feel for bein’ away from the ‘puter this many days. I didn’t know I wouldn’t be able t’at least wheelbarrow one after I got to where I was goin’. After all the hexrayin’ an’ catskinnin’, there twernt ‘nough mammary cells left t’mind me t’member me own. ‘Cuz I got more than a heap t’say ‘bout them snakes an’ spice an’ all. An’ still will, too, if’n ya wanna hear it. But I dunno ‘cuz I been gone s’long that ya mighta fergutted me. I’m even bracin’ myself fer a long silencio frum ya comin’ my way. Jest remember that NUTHIN’ I ever do or don’t wit’ regard to yerself is ever undertaken wit’ mallet o’ forethought. As you know, if’n I had my way, this’d not be our way o’ communin’. But since ya insist - in fact, yer sweet teach here has a pop quiz fer ya, ‘cuz I have reason t’b’lieve that ya jest mightn’t be the Bud E I know an’ love, s’if’n ya don’t mind doin’ one li’l thang t’put my mind t’rest – would ya google me an’ tell me what color I’ma wearin’ in the pitcher - it would do wonders fer my heart. Then take a good look in those eyes an’ know she could never ever knowlin’ly bring ya down. Not once.

But as sick at heart as all that worryin’ makes me feel, it’s nuthin’ compared wit’ what wuz left after this dream I had whilst aways. Didja ever have a dream ever split ya into two? It goes somethin’ like this. I dreamed I saw my Bud E - makin’ my heart sigh. Then I dreamed I heard ‘im happy an’ it made me so high the sky below me was as small as a little baby tzetze fly. I wanted nuthin’ but t’hold an’ kiss an’ please ‘im but darn if’n he di’n’t have a date wit’ ah acme roofin’ truck! I wuz laid lower’n steamrolled roadkill. But somehow even in my dream, I knew better’n to lose hope, an’ t’set my sigh-ts an’ fill my arms wit’ holdin’im a li’l further on, like fer summa that sweet conjigglin’. All this amid the down strains of humperbert engeldinck which I, even though asleep, had the presence of mind to fight off wit’ these up, needin’ no intro ductwork, words…

I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad
I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad
I want you
You know I want you so bad, babe
I want you
You know I want you so bad
It's driving me mad
It's driving me mad


xoxoxoxo
Deanie