A letter I recieved from another friend
Might be worth posting
It is a bit like beat poetry, except it makes even less sense.

hi hello good sir or madam,
i am calling today from an orbit high above the earths atomosphere. yes darling, quite high up. it would be in my best intrest to stay indoors for the fear of the salmon slapping rudey toot shoots. for i am the grand duke himself, of the fine art of dog lamping,
alright- now stop what your doing, because iam about to ruin
the vision of the image that you are used to.
now, the white lightning tiger bear bomb is laminating my very large safe made of bullet and waterproof safe haven.
piss guzzing and glooping through tubes in the foreground.

you see, many events are plays with dark narcotics warping ones mind into looping tundra swirls.

fanciful dancing and carrying on it adorns my gratitous

bleeeeeeeeech fucking stinky hands. some times i wonder what my harnds try to pull on me. trying to navigate the hershey highway whilst tangerines and other fruit, iincluding, but not limited to a certain request of the dark jungle CARROTS.

bonkers is the name of an ashtude. (sorry helffffffffffffffffffffw; i meant cat food.)

poit, mind you, not poot (as such a tugboat says), is the true language of the gods, twisting in their immortal measuere.
mersault
ow!!! it twisted its dark knob into my supple flesh, wandering amidst ferns and other such vegitation.

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ahem, i must tell you now about the sordid tale in which the dead do dance, suspended amidst a world of earth and flesh.
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my mouth feels awful peculiar, my dear aunt violin.
is the violin violent, violet?
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ah yes my mouth fells like a knubby cracker, one formed from a fine bread mix. mice and mike.
mic one mic two, this is just a test.
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i am reaaaaaaaaaly fucking wasted writiing to you amongst the deep and majestic article of clothing that is not easily stored.
tree stars!
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when in rome, speak roman.
if bert russel von faulanhousen dusseldorf esquire. it hurts my lungs and lump. of you know not of bumps boils bruises, brandishing a wide slovenly sword.
bud. bud.
cock cock cock
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anus
ass
bastard
bitch
cock
cunt
christ.
dick
dickhead
fuck
hell
jackass
motherfucker
nuts
penis
poop
quinny (it means vagina)
shit
tit
twat
vagina
are all such things of a sordid nature? blue demons suspended in a miasma of soup and gold great grubby golf balls. giant and pulsating, a huge penis is suspended from a large northeastern tea kettles.
are you familiar with the mythical minotaur? running about needlessy in a small confindeed zone, gnarling one's tusks about a jub jub tree.

i cannot detect any such failures in the ships design captain, for i have not studied the belching of wales (not the animal- the country, into a large balloon of sonar material.

oh how foolish
of me, i was unaware
of any misbehaving
furthermore, i want
to remain nameless for
the same reasons hangars engage in clandestine pilots of shows that are of such
illrefute, that one is unabliged to step into
the house that bears the name of doctor blanche
fuoco- as in "with fury" a musical term to say such that i
cannot refer to myself in the a minor of the frogs equidistant ion
that. hold on. this is being silly to the point of absurdidity. my boxers
are in a very poor condition. mind you, i have traveled much farther than an
american discoteque, a popular meeting place for youth of the sm-
all british turkeys that flitter and fly quite well for a gunsh-
a small and utterly useless proportion
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and as ___________ (i forgot his name please remind me)(i think its ts eliot)
once said- and this is how it ends, not with a bang, but with a whimper.

i must fade silently into the crystalline night of cool proportions on a fair and
balanced richter scale.

in closing dear rutheford;
i wish you a warm penis interwoven with a fair and balanced (fox news' slogan) vagina that is warm and moist, and seems to beckon to you, and whisper- i want you to get inside me. i want a vagina, a volutpous ass, and ample bosom to copulate with.

now, oh what shall i call you? perhaps yes, perhaps no.
i do not wish to be informed of such things as it messes and OH the flesh is warm but the heart is cold. of such things i do weep.

mmmmmmm the grateful dead and various sumptous snacks seem to wish me upon themselves.

you can find beauty in small things like disks, flowers, dj equiptment battered in by the colonel of chicken. now if he is the colonel, where is the general or the commander in chief at the very moment?

no they didnt ask to make sure of events that seem not to concern them
i want to go tubing in a gerbil cage to experience weather on such an intimate scale. scales measure things. you dont believe me? peanut m&ms are in my mouth.
crotch rocket. evaluate this statement.
of course pencil and paper are required- this is a math test!
i am warning you nasa, whence thoust go whither one must task the blue robot to curse rapidly at a passing friar, or priest.
napkins.or ketchup/catsup/katchup/catchup/ketsup. tomato. tomatoe. tomatos. tomatoes.
spelling differences signal the end of the return to inocence.
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not to be rude pembelbroouke, i must be departing. the stinky patch of flesh under ones hasalfraber, is beckoning me to scrub it with a brillo and sheepskin knife.
yes under such circumstances, one might request a different senator of the bench of the couch of the courts of representative green spooted blue-footed boobytassel.
PBS is the acronym for Public Broadcasting Station.
just as JSRF is concened for the transportor of light and trees amongst the waterfall of puce ( a real color) slappy salmon or troutm maybe even another freshwater fish.
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FFFFFFFFAST bReaK!!!!
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a fundamental christain would have mncuh difficulty in abtaining illicit substances that alter ones perception of time and hunger. do not abstain from the small domed (not doomed) city hall entrance?
neither would a bugglebuggler of sufficient mass and voulume to resembe a large MULTI-COLORED yet demure (reall word too) grasp on the inflated cock of life, draining the muslim cattle prod of white frosted life? i shoud not say so!
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now, i bid you good night, for i must steal up to the kitchen to grab some grub chub.
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later
The Great Ottoman Addict of the Hudson Valley.