It’s 5:30 am sunday morning and who will take control of my class or means to “see”

Dear Liz:

It would be wrong to say I do not love you and more than ever would like to share the spotlight in your lifetime, but i realize that along the ways of life there are complications, and an unsmoothed road to travel, but I had put those things on a shelf, until the day and time when they would confront me.
About the mixture of our blood: This is the first time I knew that there are two colors, and one is redder than the other, and just for the love that’s in it, someday I’ll try mixing some to see just what wil happen, and who’s bad, and who’s good, and who had the heavy color blood, then when it’s over, I do the same thing man has been doing all of his life: FIND THE WOMAN THAT I WANT AND TELL HER THAT I AM WAITING FOR HER.
The children, well they will have to accept the human race and its one-sided problems, just as we have been doing ever since we found out that race is a matter of opinion, and it is the heart who will control, and adjust the ways of life. It is the parent who will have to teach the kids the true love of living, not the different colors on earth.
If this isn’t true then my brothers and sisters are a misfit family, who are part Jews, and part Canadian, and who can blame for this, noone. Personally, I think it is a wonderful thing as I am living between three different colors of people.
I am trying to set the pattern for the next fella who will learn to love you just as I did, and I hope that just when things are really doing swell, he will have to surrender you to an unseen fate.
I forced myself onto a girl who was neither of my class or of thinking about ever coming in contact with me, and I am so sorry that love has done this to the two of us.
I will always want a part of you no matter how small and maybe someday when you and you alone have decided we should mix, just pass me the word, or if you live anywhere near me, just give me that same old smile that I’ve always known and noone will have to tell me that my Liz has decided to keep the name candy and have come back for good and if this is true then that race or this race of people no matter how large or small can never tear apart what we have put together under god above.
Just remember, a fella loves you who calls himself:
Ole Yank Stone.

class

class blood


I am sure that you are surprised to hear from me

Candy

Het was not landhuis,
neith the secret river when it’s on a matter of our brain
arount on wie de aan Baron Smits
my brother likeness and sciousnes in a genderful thing
preventenhuis in coming conver and questigate de Genderhorst
It’s 5:30 am still be raised on the world.

If the like us world
always keep our ideas even by thing
the true lady will serve

if you to a do
and already in a wonder you to are – or smile.
This is a mathemation Smits-van Ooijen

to reciate the ring and part what ways of pictural experiode
and aan Baron Smits on 21st
Peited a number, once familie vanday mixing about
this dag van Ooijen.

There’s also a good flowing
and how small a my dag van
the question overted to fit the hous system

This linen verkocht down.
Upside down and I feel door of our daughting
I don’t means this year’s upside day that a awful the we are two
of living convers artists personally

De name candy would be an awful think if all stree different was neithe redder than the ring

De name has de fabrieksged nog steeds.

The Genderhors

huiswerking

werk


I am your prisoner of love – long after the hour of ecstasy has passed

dear Liz

MY LOVE FOR YOU


getting more color in your pretty face

From: Judd Morrissey <jmorrissey@saic.edu>
Date: August 3, 2011 8:41:52 PM CDT
To: Rune Peitersen <rune@runepeitersen.com>
Cc: mark jeffery <mjeffe@saic.edu>
Subject: 51.4133682, 5.417976

Candy

Saccadic Sightings
and the perception of the name
house the pattern
huis is in the other
the secret base
trying to see just a awful lot of us.

The spotlight in you is praying to travel
Martien has decided problems

Let’s keep the name is,

would you to teach there
ever tear apart what the coachman house
(if studentenhuis, De Gender god above.)

I feel two disciplines in what it is or if and who had to travel, but it..

If these we create meaning?
To further in our dezit came

Trying that is: I can alway get home
and put another lesson.

xmas in chicago

8 hours of rest


a long letter will follow this

house

POST


theres a fella here in Chicago waiting for you whose name is Candy

Begin forwarded message:

From: Judd Morrissey <jmorrissey@saic.edu>
Date: August 2, 2011 2:16:33 PM CDT
To: Rune Peitersen <rune@runepeitersen.com>
Cc: mark jeffery <mjeffe@saic.edu>
Subject: 41.789231, -87.618029 (Hollywood Tailors)

Rune

There’s a fellow love high on the periode aan

an image is a mystery
just a linen converted to unnamed number
unsmoothed road to the task

It would like to see the secret base that race of itself
into an unseen fate, a day, and different jobs, etc;
for I can’t have complications, and I am still on view.
Last year’s praying to god about Jew’s ever coming apart —
that home it is the othered road the heavy colors of picture – or, if it is.

Lillian’s Chicken share two colors, and different colors of people like us worked both races

and night for it

and possibly answered me

just a awful lot of you

and I hope it will learn
to mix

Why your linen. It is too the two of us

just as she can always get an image and is sistery

walking down the block

waiting


it’s time that I get to work so please look out for candy

Begin forwarded message:

> From: Judd Morrissey <jmorrissey@saic.edu>
> Date: August 1, 2011 8:37:43 PM CDT
> To: Rune Peitersen <rune@runepeitersen.com>
> Cc: mark jeffery <mjeffe@saic.edu>
> Subject: Re: 51.4133682, 5.417976
>
> Rune
>
> I don’t mind loosing the 20ste
> eeuw brak een nieuwe building in 1958
>
> It is the first bouwd naar een student it.
> het gekregen door has been converted
> in de dag van Ooije
> (naar een thre are a mystery)
>
> (815 pm)
> Lillian’s Chicken shack
> 946 east 63rd street
> 41.789231, -87.601790
>
> Ole Yank Stone

At the Garden

Outside