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dear tyler,

my mom sent me an email about the rapture yesterday. i won’t need contact lenses in heaven. you know what always really bothered me also is that stuffed animals dont go to heaven. how do i turn myself into a stuffed animal? they just seem to have such a nice life. when you kiss me i think you are as softly as a bedazzled foetus.

dear tyler, be undeniably good. it’s much easier that way than going to cocktail parties. raw raw spirit. (the band spelled TIGER and then changed to PUSSY playing TIGER RAG and WHAT’S NEW PUSSY CAT). with this outfit and your baby face it will help you slay your dragon. R.I.P Winners is for stalkers, stompers, lopers and lovers. we are joint of the same clingfilm and in the subsequent lunacy, sadistic hazing is touched upon as though nothing were afoot. keep wearing inbetweenwear like it ain’t no one else’s business.

i love you,
t.