Dear Ely,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm selling myself for candy. I think I realized it When I tripped on peanut butter At the mental hospital and I saw you Sit on My knee caps. I'm sure you're Open enough to understand How awful you are. I'm returning Your toe ring to you, but I'll keep Your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I Love your sweet, sweet a** and The apartment building is on fire.

Go milk a cow,
Cristian Master Bate ~<3