Hi there, Postman Cole again. It has been a month since my last entry, and I’m beginning to feel that I’m in some sort of dream. Not a dream of my own of course, but maybe that of a kid’s. An American kid daydreaming in the 80’s in the backseat of a corolla, with his fingers leaving greasy marks upon the partially rolled down windows as he watches farms fly by his periphery. ‘Yeah, two postmen, Postman Cole and Postman Tom.’ The kid thinks, as he takes a lick of his ice cream, splashing a bit of vanilla on the cracked fake-leather interior. ‘A supernatural-fighting duo. Oh! I just saw a sheep. Yeah, they fight a sheep. A sheep that is a man-monster, and he bites off Tom’s arm! Oh, that’s so gnarly dude!’ Is that what they said in the 80’s? Gnarly? Life sure would be easier if I was just a figment swirling around with the rest of the figments in an 80’s kid’s mind-bubble, alongside daydreams of pinball machines, mullet h
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