Joes of London Burritos an unumbered letter

Insufferable to the nearest and dearest

Let loose running homeless skeletons and the bloods disorder; sent in to crash, send in the ash cans and the strange face sent in by the strange fish. Mutator and psychohump bending bums and the nature in their pocket;  the stink gone to the head, here the dream version, God approved, the rest wobbled near the skulls goo with the morning flowers and dew.
On a temple of a thousand wolfs with a temple of a thousand worlds

yours; eater of brokenmeat to it,`
always