maybe it was your dreadlocks?

i’m excited about paranoia: sorry to be so emotional up front. i know this is a job application so here it goes….to whom it may concern:
to you with the beautiful weeping willow hair:
dear old new friend:
remember when i sent you that job application song? that beautiful aluminum can dent song? reflecting cleavage song? and i sang my experiences in baritone and saxophone and yet, you didn’t call me in for an interview? well, it’s been three weeks and i wanted to explain my chalkboard thoughts application. I haven’t erased them yet. still on my refrigerator wall, magnet mirrors. I chose aluminum because we all use it. and i’m everyone. i’ll admit it. i like dr. pepper and lots of aluminum comes from here and here is everywhere and if it isn’t aluminum, it’s garlic skin, waterproof, and everywhere else, something else waterproof,….no need for colonizing with aluminum and everything else we see on our walks, me and the loving miracle. i met this lady. i met elisapie in a bus cabin. she was looking up through the bus cabin window sun roof at the clouds. she was dreamy and ancient, dancing for rain. i shoulda been focusing at her upward eyes, but instead, i noticed her ankles, her naked ankles and the ankle bracelet she had around her left or right ankle. i was all turned around by that time. i’m lying. i never met her, never saw her ankles, never saw her looking up. i never cared for your damn job, but my back hurts and i am the sin and the sun and the moon and the many longings and i refuse tomorrow. i’m good at data entry.
sincerely,
job seeker.