ape and christs- letter letter

Our dearest at my distance

A rising Phantom ghost section God shine and visible brain with  second monster in ghost face; dropped by the male witch in bonehead attached onto halo light and with out God; oh this with mine own antichrist hammer swung a miss in the mass and weight of it having something to do with something flopping from  grass fed flesh turning, sifted behind the glory found at the blood let and off thoughts twaddle.

yours with the bugs danced about.

A 5th letter

My dear sir from the upside down and twinkling stars

Ten days of daydream; further shaped in all its gory detail then dryed in shape with the bottom exposed and with blissed skeleton out of the primary and mystic earth lay upright getting around the fantasy pumped out to first memory, sad by the nothing, to the second and the last happily incorporated to the sweet mountain sun.

Shit stomping the light and the glory that be and to that 510 510 c to burn.

always yours sincerely that

As is five ten twice 4th letter

Dearest from what one can confront and there confronted

I, Holding my Piss and the devils piss wonder and then wander where it is we can begin and at to the glow of glow done in the lengthwise  near to a flattened fish and flys of old funk and flank of the shocking nature variety blowing whore and niggered skeleton in the smoke resouled with the ends of time and hits this mental unit and syndrome. Iam of due recourse and greatly enthused

Here, unlasted, wisped away a light like a glory that is a dream with great imagination,

yours truly

begat the instinct in our cabin

hairless placed 3rd letter

Dearly sir
With this Here upon a more dark and hairy cranium and rape pipe

Seen with the corners of the eye and afterwind down to its skull shape onto its whistle blowed with a pulling at the near and far at to which a grossed flutter goes its mechanism and white organ dumb in the endless end  out over the spin what was finally spun immaculate and flesh tight;
Seen here from the devils room full of the Bug.

in psychic vision

yours

Ripped from the soul

after shaving beard -the reply letter

Dearest and dropping furthest

Your floating fancy free and at your mystery in a flurry across the flop air holding and the like with some God awful magic and with slowmind renatural in being towards the flat thing in the heads of humanoids with less meaning then before then before Aped!,,, the light fantasia.

Waiting! where it was signed near where it was seen by which it was found ,

for thee to read aloud.

Your old double barreled shotgun

Same old sock- first letter

Am,,,,,Going to written to him.

For thee to read aloud,

Dear sir The beginning to the beginning to the end of what can only be the end. Thats where I can begin. Hiding whats left of the self here; peeled off just behind the behind there for meanings most natural ghost in renatural and lay about on the back of the lift upward and going with what it was wearing thus, here it to be I in mystic earth then and so , the hovering flys scatter, fearing the soul and all that cockamany hereto full with thin sliced ghost and word and fairy dust sprinkled down about the bone flutter bumbling where should something stick to our tiny construct .Here in the narrow at the complex and adjusting the ring fingers and skulls on the fingers, hurp gorp burppppp!
510510c to burn

Thank you

VXII

signed: Five ten twice