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[nixonlovesyou]

oh, arnold layne, it's not the same. why can't you see? ah well. leave the sweet transvestites to their own devices, we must. oy've got nothing to say but its fung shway.but when do I ever? oym quite sorry for to waste your purcious time with mein unintelligabbling. please to accept this self-adressed stamped envellophant as your free (free! at last!) gift with subscurpition. my durs. I have not seen many of you for twice a fortnight, not to mention the emptiness of my nightly fort escapades. But, to clear up the matter, I think shakespeare excellent, though perhaps not quite up to insect repellant standards. In the hamlet book we got for Dramatic Literature oh what drama we encounter there also known as Movie Hour, there was a speaking of Polonius (MONK!) and how no one can understand him for his wordplay. oh my dur Pretty Pollyneizer, how I do understamp and overall synthesize with you and your subsequiet difficultivations! If only I were to have a shoehorn for my very own, then 'twould be 'twerrific.

p.s. look for the hidden meaning!

p.p.s. eat quiznos subs!