he had a message:
who stole the sam wise gum job wafers and those delightful lemony fresh felon melons.
i poop spit on you and your renaissance presents of panti dirt decadence.
several pounds of concrete.
crawford shermans house.
diabolics; for the future.
man-shackle from ass to mouth, half cotton, half uncle fester.
scribble nibbles under 20,
saddle bags and half a cack stick till 12 jiggles.
traces of a dog tooth gypsy escape camps. inferred push-pops dresses and mangled jody's.
stabdabar!!
bologna finger fights and bonanza fire cackle wipes (the burgundy ones).
smith and more smith but no more smith.
(actually to much smith)
cyclone crotch. Real? Really Rotten crotch. hurricane season
tampered poop spit!! or was it spit poop water guns? SHIT!!
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