letter_to_malaria tennis star of the 70s my dearest pathogen, We've had fever and plastic bags here for weeks now and there is no sign that the taxi drivers or their stinky cheese sandwiches show any sign of relenting in this strnge ritualistic dance of theirs. You've got me longing for mosquito bites and nights_of_clorox, i'm telling you right now that the leprosy meant nothing to me. All these banana trees will be kindling in a week and we can just peel out and get fried at our leisure when the time comes. i adore you when i'm not trying to disinfect you, will you be the mutagen in my metamorphosis or the pathology in my flontopsy? Swollen and bleeding from the ears with love Ebola 030117 ... thieums letter_to_ebola 040428 what's it to you? who go blather from