Dear Mystery Woman Thing Behind the Mask:
If one must lie, be brief: so, I apologize in advance for the length for I’m incapable of lying. You don’t know me. However, It’s impossible and borderline inappropriate for me to not show appreciation for the grandeur of the mask: the remarkable ability to fuse together intelligence, humor, articulable style, art, and creativity into a breathtakingly beautiful mask is beyond words and certainly above using cliches and obnoxiously infusing hyperboles.
I’m not so arrogant to think that you give credence to what a complete “stranger” thinks of your mask. Your beauty could only escape the bachelor who was incapable of finding a femme fatale, whose skirt is much shorter than her dignity, at a Cyndi Lauper concert circa 1980 at the Meadowlands. Writing people I haven’t met nor can see, insofar as this stream of conscious could be reasonably construed as “writing”, is a complete affront to everything I’m about: not being a creep.
Given that the Candy Company I work for has much more sugar than decency, Im relegated to being herded with the masses (like cattle) and have to fly SouthWest Airlines which makes traveling less than desirable but slightly better than driving 1500 miles in my 1974 Ford Fiesta.
So, this takes me to my point: your mask is the closest thing to an out-of-body experience inducing; kaleidoscopic array of sensory element producing; work of beauty. The last time I was so profoundly influenced/intrigued was on a train from Omaha to Gary in which I read Jean-Paul Sarte’s Existentialism and Human Emotions, without even slipping off my Sketcher shoes.
Duly note, if you would be so kind, I’m appreciating you now to avoid the rush. Unlike Ashleigh Brilliant, I’m an amateur epigrammatist; however, I think your beauty is so obvious—almost gaudy—that there is no need for further amplification, at least by me, of your elegance. As an aside, my preceding statement satisfies 2/3 prongs of an epigram: brief and clever, so the verdict is still out on if it’s memorable? So, tell me, is it?
-J.D.
