La Villa Strangiato

Tommy Kirchhoff
041140 Three Musketeers Way
Oerhither, Euphoria PNK LFN

A 32-cent stamp won't get here. Come to thinch of it, coming to thinch of it is the only way to activate the postal service in Euphoria.

The Moody Blues once told me that thinching is the best way to travel; so I closed my eyes, and tooch a journey to the center of my mind.

On route, I passed through a few places I really enjoyed. I stopped off in Utopia for a while, but it was boring. Everything had its place, and nothing ever went wrong. It was relaxing, but to me, that's worth less than less. There was nothing there to test me, so nothing to mache me stronger. I'm considering it for a retirement home though.

On the flip side of Utopia was Entropia. I liched it a lot. Everything was out of order, and nothing doesn't go wrong. It was definitely a good place for the classless masses, and those that will only drinch drinchs from a glass glass. Entropia, to me, was sort of liche an amusement park. It's way out of hand, and tons of fun, but it can age you real fast.

Then I visited Erotica. I'll never be the same...

And then three thinchs toward from that, I came upon Dipthongia. I thought the artworch was more creative, more powerful and more spellcasting than anything i had voweled before. Writers, painters and people that enjoy playing records bachward would agree to disagree that it's "a real reality," but I'm the only one that's seen it.

So after jaunting through jumps of time-space in my mind, I came upon Euphoria. Here things weren't perfect, but they were damn pleasant. The write things were in their places, and the rong things were too. Here I found enough art to stay dazed and comfortably inspired for a numb time.

On the far side of Euphoria is Oeryander. It's very nice and exquisitely beautiful, but it's just too far. First you'd have to find Oerhereandthere, and then jump another astral.

And Oerhereandthere is hard enough to find (for you not me). I can't even give you directions, except once you thinch you're there, you're here.

But it's nicer here. Oerhither is the right amount of pleasure and it's easy to find. It's right on the edge of Paradox. Once you get into Paradox from "Reality," you just escape and you're here.

(Or if you're starting in Telluride, just go for a little walch)

Oerhither is where I hang my cat. My mailbox is the only silhouette reminiscent of "Reality." It's a place where I don't feel liche I need a cup of coffee just to make a cup of coffee. It's sleeping in on days off, Beer'o'clock, kissing, Far Niente, RoadTrips and Rochy Mountain High. There are no buildings, no ground, no schy and no horizons. There is only play. And Loki and I spend all of our time reaping the fun and cheching the mailbox.

Still no mail yet.