hey what's up all??? i got to say this is one of the creepiest letters i have gotten in a long time. this person sent me this letter a few days ago. i thought i'd share it with you. i like to receive messages no matter how strange. it just goes to show you it takes all kinds. well peace and enjoy sort of....,
chris
dear reader,
dearest of them all...i'm up on this precipice enjoying dancing on this edge and watching the crumbling rocks as i get just that close to falling. my friends how many of you have ever tasted the sweetness of volumptous words and smiled at their warmth deep in your stomach? but surely it gets bittter if you've left the news on while you sat down to eat and the soul rotting television demands that this is sexy and that is not and war war war for pennies on the dollar as pure excitement and eye witness coverage so close it'll shock you more than a movie. have you ever been around death? what shocks you is how well the movies get it. a gun shot wound to the head, the limpness of a dead body. the fluids pooling where gravity'll have it pool. the tired frank look on a murder victim's face warns of trouble sleeping in the next life. laying in a graveyard and hearing those ghost chains rattling for justice when justice can not be dispensed by human hands AND THERE'S NO GOD OR GODS TO DEMAND IT FROM!!! WHERE O' WHERE HAVE YEE GODS AND GODDESSES GONE? what meaning does a starviong child have growing up in death's stench--as baudelaire painted the picture of a rotting whore on the side of a cross roads, maggots doing their dance in the crotch, still secreting putrid smells without the bells of a more proper eua de toilette.
but now the time has come for me to say aidue. i must crawl back into my bed and find the messages in the crossword tonight so i can get the truth from the news. remeber five and the golden ration.
farewell my friend,
the man under the hill and his pet lice
frightening isn't it?
chris
dear reader,
dearest of them all...i'm up on this precipice enjoying dancing on this edge and watching the crumbling rocks as i get just that close to falling. my friends how many of you have ever tasted the sweetness of volumptous words and smiled at their warmth deep in your stomach? but surely it gets bittter if you've left the news on while you sat down to eat and the soul rotting television demands that this is sexy and that is not and war war war for pennies on the dollar as pure excitement and eye witness coverage so close it'll shock you more than a movie. have you ever been around death? what shocks you is how well the movies get it. a gun shot wound to the head, the limpness of a dead body. the fluids pooling where gravity'll have it pool. the tired frank look on a murder victim's face warns of trouble sleeping in the next life. laying in a graveyard and hearing those ghost chains rattling for justice when justice can not be dispensed by human hands AND THERE'S NO GOD OR GODS TO DEMAND IT FROM!!! WHERE O' WHERE HAVE YEE GODS AND GODDESSES GONE? what meaning does a starviong child have growing up in death's stench--as baudelaire painted the picture of a rotting whore on the side of a cross roads, maggots doing their dance in the crotch, still secreting putrid smells without the bells of a more proper eua de toilette.
but now the time has come for me to say aidue. i must crawl back into my bed and find the messages in the crossword tonight so i can get the truth from the news. remeber five and the golden ration.
farewell my friend,
the man under the hill and his pet lice
frightening isn't it?
architectonic:
Sounds like someone trying too hard to be surreal. 
ketchupu:
frightening only begins to describe it