Dear Krissy:

How's Viacom?  Wish you were here.  Bummer about that whole 
sacrifice thing.  We have a ho, and people in the vault.  
Everyone is fine.  Love, 
                   		Renie. 


Krissy 80:	is that all?  how silly. 
DoNotExist:	::puts a stamp on and drops the postcard in 
		the mailbox:: 
Krissy 80:	::watches her::  this is redicurous.  hey, 
		why don't you write one to Rob as well? 
DoNotExist:	::feels a strange presence in her head::  
		Masochrist?  Who said you could go into me 
		when you please?  Um.  
Krissy 80:	Masochrist came back?  he left too, didn't 
		he? 
DoNotExist:	Whoa.  You're not masochrist.  What's going 
		on?   
Krissy 80:	I'm... I'm... I really don't have a name.  
		I'm Krissy's sexual identity. 
DoNotExist:	Ok, now the obvious question would be, what 
		is Krissy's sexual identity doing in my head.   
DoNotExist:	::passerby by mailbox glance at her:: 
DoNotExist:	::Ooops.  Maybe I should refrain from speaking 
		out loud.:: 
DoNotExist:	::In any case, you don't exist::  
Krissy 80:	I'm not  in your head.  I'm sitting on top of 
		the mailbox.  Look.  here.  On the nanite.  
		::the nanites coughs, as well as a nanite 
		could:: 
DoNotExist:	Why are you wearing a crochless chastity belt?  
		This is beyond disturbing.  I'm about to go into 
		Starcraft sensory depravation mode again... 
Krissy 80:	this isn't a chastity belt.  it's Everlast.
DoNotExist:	Er? 
Krissy 80:	I bought it on Venice Beach. ::is quite suddenly 
		by herself::  hello?