How could you allow your letters to fall
into such hands as these?
An honor I would not bestow upon myself...
in doing so you have altered my image,
sung me my praises in vulgar descants,
pointed your flatulence out windows to spare me,
kept food in my mouth and blood in my penis,
and regaled me with dreams full of dance.
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