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Furby knows that to be alive is to feel every excruciating second. Furby knows that life is pain. Furby self-administers strange injections that make him yell too much and smell like aspartame. Furby applies lipstick. Furby holds sacred knowledge. Deep in Furby's belly, there is the eternal dance of Shiva. The universe has conspired to nothing, Furby thinks. We simply meet each other where we are.

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Comment a writing prompt if you would like this card in your mailbox. I'll pick someone later if there's more than one claim.

Furby will arrive sleeved and be-envelope'd because I do not allow Mod Podged cards to travel nude. I am happy to address and stamp the postcard itself as if it were mailed naked, fully cover the back with writing, or send it blank with the prompt on a separate sheet. Just let me know.