possible mass mail from salvador

Dear yous,

First ~
ignore the last mass mail that some of you may have received that claimed to be the mass mail to end all mass mails. Apparently, it was indeed like a war to end all wars.

Second ~
if you ever come across a place that has acai, GET IT. The ´c´ should have a little hook below it, but i´m not that clever. actually, i´m just too lazy to figure it out, but i´m on a mission here, people.
->The mission is to relay at least some of the life forms that I observe/create/come into contact with/what-have-you as I globe roam, and one of those forms of life is. ¨_Oof. Shluppum. Yum._¨
Acai. With a hook. Iced. With granola. This Brazilian fruit will bead your mouth Keats purple and leave you thoroughly refreshed and satisfied and buzzing with energy.
~No, I have not been paid by Nestle to advertise this alimentation so that they can then proceed to buy up the market and sell it at bloodthirsty prices.
~No. Nor have I been buying bottled water, a market that is, unlike acai, monopolized by Nestle, at least here in Brazil.
~No, I have not visited the Guarani aquifer, a major water source that borders Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay, and is just one of the frontiers of the war between Life and Profit.
~No. It doesn´t help to see everything in terms of war, it only helps to further perpetuate war, but sometimes, hyperbole gets the better of me, especially when riding the wave of aforementioned Acai. I beg forgiveness for my shins, which are currently slightly beat up, especially my right one.

Third, yes, the rest of my emails just might be this ridonkulous, so.
* if you´re peacin out of this cyberspace, know that I send my love and good thoughts about the soul that is you, and if you ever feel like checking in on me, these sporadic spaced out emails will be posted at www.giispot.blogspot.com. The previous posts were of an entirely different nature, so feel free to ignore them.
*if you´re still pieced in to this cyberspace, and feel like asking please sir, can i have some more pieces (dont do it! save yourselves while you still can!!), then send me an itty bitty reply, and I´ll add you to a list, odd as that feels to say, after my passionately pendulumic past relationship with email and lists and other such virtual unrealities.

Fourth, I bid you all well, my wrists and neck and wallet are telling me to finish the job and get the hell out.

Fifth, I just found the c with hook key. It´s brazil. Of COURSE every keyboard has the apostrophe button stuck but also has a functional c with hook key. Here, see?
ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç ç .
And just for good measure.
ç.

I love you all.
Me.