Dead Poets Don'T Talk Back

Mr.Poe, Things have not changed much since last we spoke. Words as you said flow unheard by most perineum stock locked at the bottom. I apologize again for the way you did lay initially undignified marooned in a street lost Desire. A cure was available simple in such vitamin B's rifamptin other new drugs as well..sorry again for wasting you on nought. Death even came to a south Georgian Doctor as well from such. Any way your words are the bomb now that means 'good' yes I know most misunderstood we speak. Yes' I know, they don't understand using words like depressed psychosomatic ing brood narcissistic words that equal your screwed...instead of just simply shy deep thinking generously weak to a fault. They drink like fish now get free livers of girth live in denial do drugs you didn't do..plus sad to say..your words would go in the dictators vat of bleach...lol..means laughing out loud I would talk to you more but some like them short and some just don't care..for your verbs... See you in a while we can take some up and comming poetess for a spin in a horse drawn buggy.. Sincerely, You are the man should have met Emily...) it(is poetry so is she.....