WOEBOT

Subject: POW/MIA

dear travis,

-> prisoner of woe, missing in action, i say HEY-HO(BOT), sincere
amerikkkan idle greets and all that there stuff 'n such. LOVE yer
brilliant bloog... you found me, i found it, you found that i found it,
and i found that you did so, just now.

-> mr woe it all (know it all), thanks for the kind words, and the shit
snot words too. all that ever really mattered to me was for someone to
fucking pay me some attention! muy merci gracias.

-> so my garbage celebrity lo-fi mp3s killed ya, huh? huh. is that why
my life's career failed? how fix? and in what way would your heiness
expertly assist in getting my "presentation sorted"? tsk tsk tsk. you
can be my new adviser/manager/agent for the paltry sum of 5.1 english
pounds per annum.

-> maybe kinda sorta we can now begin building a fascinating new
quasicommunication. or not.

-> but i will likely die in Iraq tomorrow at teatime, so hurry get your
musica freek on, king islington. tip of rsm iceberg, yo.

-> sway too early here, still half asleep, shoulda waited til later to
invade your privacy so. thesaurus!

-> please send cash.

bet wishes,
barry u.s. bonds
grand ole opry
bloomfield nj usa
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