Dear DDD,

Garbage ass writing as usual. You are almost as bad as the other writers talking down to me. Take some advice from someone that knows what they are doing, an artist, a stanch and steadfast republican (a genius). Two sentence horror: I can’t believe Ben Shapiro thinks you all are professional level writers. I shit out better content than you faggots. Do you hear me gangstalkers? I am MAX FUCKING DIFFICULTY. I will cut your eyes out of your fucking head. Then as it were mate with you. Between the both of us these scattered fragments of remembered moments: you peeing yourself trying to pee on me (Christ, you are such a slut), I will quite literally mind fuck you with that smooth and fluid cadence of hot man chowder in your face, while you rock back and forth like a retarded hyena because Trump was indicted. TrUmP wAS InDICTEd! TRumP WaS InDictED!! Just before your youngest child calls you on the phone and you both break down you are so happy. It’s sad dude. I know you better than you know yourself. When we speak with one another, it’s like I can read your thoughts harmonized in mine mind, how bad you want beauty so you can sell your privates for max cash on Only Fans. So many women here would resort to prostitution in other lands, all for the dollar dollar bill. But I forgive you. I love you. All of you. We may never know one another. We may be separated by this finite but ever expanding space, by the most precious thing we have to give, our time. But truly, from a years long victim of mental ass rape abuse, I love you.

Love,
TJ

P.S. (Reread this listening to Itachi’s theme from Naruto.)

P.S.S. There’s been like this cream thay’ve been scraping out of the sleeves of mah unloosened skin. Mah best mate fashions hisself a vagina from me rolls sometimes. Is a sprinkler she is. Ah can’t tell if it’s sores or some fungal fluid flowing along me curves, peppering mah ankles an opalescent color, oi maybe mah best mate’s DNA turns mi fat rolls inta’ tender sheets in her copper eyes, from like her imagination or some shit. Ery morning they tip me sideways, and ery night they service my crank splendid and moisturized. They been tellin me mah enormous weight will one day crush, penetrate and slam my ribs into my hearts like that do me best mate in the room next door. Do da dooo dooo doooo da dum dooo doooooo.

P.P.S. I love you