although you haven't responded to my last letter, i'm going to assume that your internet connection is down or that you've been really really busy. that moroccan strumpet is probably keeping you away from the boards or something with all her incessant screaming that haunts me in my sleep every night until i pound on the walls with both fists until i pass out from exhaustion and/or a double shot of wild turkey and zoloft. but i digress. anyway, you'll be pleased to know that i've created a sculpture for you. it's made of two tuna fish cans, a half-eaten bag of doritos, 12 curls of your hair, a used birth control device and a small pile of coffee grindings, all taken from your trash. see you soon.


if you don't bring me some muthafuckin' cognac, i'll kill you -- supherb

how do it feel to hold my dick in public, cock-blower? -- prodigy

I cant stand suto intellectuall mofos -- sundasill