cryptic

(from underneath the tinfoil helmet)

EP, what do you think are the chances the military censors intercepted my last email to you, sniffed out the hidden subversive content, and locked you out? or maybe the message was blocked by the same people that ran us off the road?

standard beautiful SF weather, lot of visits from crystal. (as I wrote you in the aforementioned email, she got pretty angry at me for dancing incorrectly. (c: "why won't you spin me? why won't you let me spin? that's how girls dance, they spin!") they do not, apparently, manic david byrne stutter-step.

ok, here's the secret part; do you have your flash gordon decoder ring?
HT, SCH, tangled, ladytron, unrepresentative circs., tuna fish sandwich-soccer ball.

(for the lay readers... RKK likes to mix his alcohol and ambien; when he does, he often utters sentences like the above.)

miss you lots.