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Well, howdedo
This is a beauty Quas. Touched my heart even though I know it’s not about me. It could almost be but… my quill doesn’t set the world in flames. The world doesn’t read my words and the wind never heard my name. 
Yea, it’s about Alphonse down the street. He’s a beasitalest, fucks all the small animals in the neighborhood. Normally i would call Freud but as the small animals keep coming back I can only assume he is good at his chosen perversion.
Oh, I forgot Para, you are a tard…
Well that’s what I thought… had to be Alphonse.
Why do you always gotta call me a tard, Quas? I don’t call you a tard. …and always pullin my tails… mean ass! 
Yea, the only pleasure i have in this cesspool is pulling your tails. You would deny me that?
eh. I’m goin’ to Brooklyn on the Beastie Boys bus.