What's this? Well, it is what it is! (composing himself). Excuse me, I let myself go there for a moment. I, for one, am rarely...(clears throat)...seldom glee escapes me, for I am bigger than my emotions...(mutters) like from not getting pageviews. I hold, in my hand, a letter from the brownpaperbag P.O. Box, addressed, to yours truly—Not no Khash! (composing himself). Excuse me. I knew I could clean up this blog I just didn't know this new! I just made that up! Surely it must be acclaim for my poetic and spiritual inclinations. I almost know how the chump must feel. Again, excuse me, I, for one, am above that, for we all know how people of this world feel about love...some audience participation, perhaps? Yes! You there?
Correct! They are for it. And I am on that side. Clearly my first feedback will reflect the purity of this new spirit.
Allow me to share my first letter with you fine wholesome folk...(clears throat)
The cover reads, simply, Dear Lester.
Now for the best soup, the adoration!
"Dearest Hello lovely Lester you toothless greasy old goat I want my"—the chump! Vile serpentine! The gall on the bugger! Chump...Chump! Chump! Chump!
I must go now...Over there, somewhere. Exit stage now!
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