Bleach (?!) fic: Poetics

Dear FMA,

...You've been taking your meds right? Right?


Dear Naruto,

I still love you baby, you know that, don't you?



Dear Prince of Tennis,

Stop eating people. You're not that cool. No, I don't want to touch your balls.



Dear Bleach,

FINE. FINE. I GIVE. You've made a fine fine three course dinner out of my brain. Here's your bloody Rukia introspective. Hope you're happy. Hmmph.


( She's read the poetry of the condemned. )