This document appears to be a newsletter or zine containing various short articles and notes. It discusses receiving a pen pal from Japan who teaches English, and expresses concern for their well-being after the 2011 tsunami in Japan. It also includes literary quotes, recommendations for anime films to watch, and a short fictional story excerpt about a man and woman after intimacy. The document has a handwritten, casual style and covers various topics in a lighthearted, informal tone.

1. paper and twine
internet on paper
from the creator of igotablog
Issue No. 6
a simarsamuel publication
contact ‐ submit content | papertwine@gmail.com
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©2011
THANK YOU
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thanks for reading or looking
at paper and twine.
We all love Japan

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Issue No. 6 DOODLES?
PAPER AND TWINE
a | this page
b | my pen pal | literary
c | things you might find funny
d | pow wows and pretending dumb
e | blog roll | you can watch…
f | doodles? notes?
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Had-ro-saur ә ô (also hadrosaurus
ә ô ә ) noun
A large, herbivorous, mainly bipedal dinosaur of the NOTES?
middle to late Cretaceous period, with jaws flattened like
the bill of a duck. Also called duck-billed dinosaur . •
Family Hadrosauridae, infraorder Ornithopoda, order
Ornithischia.
DERIVATIVES
H ad-ro-sau-ri-an adjective
ORIGIN late 19th cent.: from modern Latin Hadrosaurus
(genus name), from Greek hadros ‘thick, stout’ +
sauros ‘lizard.’
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My Pen Pal
This week (the 7th) I received an email that I had finally received a
pen pal [a few weeks back I signed up for loveallbeings.org the
sites goal is to connect people to help eliminate animal
oppression as well as human in my opinion]. Her name is Ingrid,
she is 22 spends most of her time baking/cooking, drawing
Seraphic Vegan – seraphicvegan.tumblr.com comics, playing in her folk band and through the weekdays she
in an English teacher, in Japan. I received this email on the 9th
(of March) and as we now know the tsunami greeted Japan with
its natural destruction 2 days later on the 11th. I e‐mailed the
founder of the program Jenna McDavid and asked was there any
thing I could do, she’s going to try and get in contact with Ingrid
for me to see if there is a way I could help, but most of all see if
she is ok. I haven’t had a chance to make any type of
communication with Ingrid, I know nothing more about her than
those details I listed above, but it doesn’t make me want to help
any less. The videos and photos from what the water is doing to
You Can Watch… that country barely puts it into a real perspective, I’ve never
experienced anything close to that – thankfully. Her location is
My Neighbor Totoro
Spirited Away
near Kochi‐ken which is on the east coast of Japan where the
Whisper of My Heart mass force of the tsunami was felt. I’m not a believer in Jesus or
Laputa Castle in the Sky a God being able to save the people over there (or anywhere),
Kiki’s Delivery Service but I do believe in Kami – and I hope that good energy comes
The cat Returns her way and too those she knows and too everyone in Japan or
&
with family/friends there. [to those gone peace to you]
Only Yesterday, all on veoh.com for free! All you have
to do is download the veoh web player. It is definitely DONATE to JAPAN ‐ globalgiving.org O
worth it.
If you go to tv.com you can find the full seasons of Soul Literary
Eater.
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long
and Google video has Howl’s Moving Castle in their time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have
library for full viewing as well. sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are
Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get
If you have never seen any of these, I highly suggest it, loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because
especially Hayao Miyazaki’s work. Studio Ghibli once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
creates amazing animation. ‐ The Velveteen Rabbit via dermiepie of paurpaur.tumblr.com #PAUR
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Things You May Find Funny Pow Wows and Pretending Dumb
They sprawled across the bed like two worn out animals wounded after battle, their
breathing deep and rhythmical. They weren’t wounded, however. They were
anything but. They were tired. Lusted. Sweaty from the climax and tired from the
act. The music had stopped playing probably thirty minutes ago, they didn’t notice.
They didn’t care. In that moment they were just a man and a woman, creatures of
lust.
She was laying on his chest and skimming her finger around his navel and
abdomen, her eyes half closed, unfocused and dazed. He was looking up. Straight
up at a crack in the ceiling. It ran the entire length of the roof and disappeared as it
reached the wall. Minor imperfections. He looked down at her hand, who’s fingertip
was making absentminded laps around his belly button. She had dirty blond hair
that fell against his chest and across it, almost picture perfectly; her light curls
twisting in all the right spots and waving across his skin onto the sheets.
Her finger stopped moving.
She shifted a bit and moved her head just enough to where he was in her
peripherals and said, “We’re a strange kind.”
Rain was tapping against the window; the features beyond the glass blurred and
not visible from the fog lightly steamed against it.
She shifted again and sat up, turning around a bit on the bed to face him. She
grabbed the blanket from where it was thrown onto the floor and pulled it around
her and behind her, letting it sort of hood over her head a bit. She tucked it and
held it under her chin so her face was the only thing visible now. Her eyes fixated on
his.
“We are a strange kind,” she said again, eyeing him with a what‐to‐do‐what‐to‐do
facial expression. He sat up a bit more and gave a little chuckle. “You think so?” he
said with a little smirk.
“I do think so. I mean,” her eyes darted up a bit to the right and back to him, “we’re
fucked. We’re weirdos. We’re sinners. Sometimes it feels like we aren’t even who
we really say we are.” “Wasn’t that the intention?” he asked, still with a smirk. She
pulled the covers back from over her head and moved them down towards her
waist. She was sitting cross‐legged on the bed and with the blankets now around
her waist you could see the long skinny tattoo running from her left hip up towards
the bottom of her left breast. It was simple and elegant.
“Yeah but what if I’m falling in love with you?” her brows slanted a bit.
“Are you?” his brow raised a bit. “Well, no,” both their brows went back to normal,
“but what if I was? Then what would we do. Or what if you were falling in love with
me?” “I’m not, though,” “I know, but what if it just started happening. What would
we do then?” They both sat there sort of in thought for a brief moment and then he
said, “We’d be more fucked than we are right now.” Another brief silence, and then
she shifted again and dangled her legs off the bed and then looked at him and said,
“Yeah because if I had to actually care what you think, I think I’d go fucking
crazy.”… Story By John Cardoso
continued in issue no. 7 or read this and others at rawspine.tumblr.com
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