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• Tuesday, May 15, 2007 03:43 PM

  I need 3- days to comment publicly about the Attorney Generals.

  OP (Oscar Papa) o, pea! {op} ! If the colour is safe and green, break the bunch squelch, twice. Jungle lingo.

  That's was how, dumb drafted-grunts, talked in a rainy, beautiful, a jungles triple, a lush canopy! Gila rainbow monsters! Wow! They would seem to peep, "Gook-You, or Loooove yuze." I was never positive what those cute lizards were trying t6o get screeched our Way?

  Screech.

  One night it was so dark in Vietnam's monsoon season, smack in the dank jungle, a likable peer draftee...O, Cranky is now long-ago, O, Cranky is scattered as dead-dust, a'-blow-in' in the breeze, ever smell him, Cranky was a sweet ole hillbilly too. Now Sniff,...Yes. Thanks.

  Hey, OT- ("off topic") from this post, but relevant to the Refugio-class talk, earlier today.

  O, "billy" T.!?- Was that you sitting in the Arkansas church's last usher's pew? Poo! You had your cane hanging out in the aisle. Then, as I went to the "Billy Graham Revival Alter Call Invitation" alter call, YOU appeared sleep-drunk!

  I never made it to the alter to be 'saved.'

  Damn. Now I am into perdition? Do I need to count sea share waves via all eternity? 1,2,3,...

  ...I tripped over your cane and now I want the offering collection money I tossed in the gold-coffer plate back!

  I donated $2:50 caddy savings for your rye-Drink AAA habit? I want My money back to buy a pint of Southern Comfort. O, Walfoxwich's!

  Passed out from the wind passed out from me, You-Yoo led me to the nursery center! No-body fanned me with a "god love yoo gospel' Tract from a funeral parlor advertisement. I sweat in that baby nursery, feeling abandoned in blue bootie's, sucking my bloody thumb, and feeling despair and great, enormous, murderous, strangling, simple 'ole disMay. Dammit!

  You evangelical Arizonans. I am confused. Was I on my Way to pearly gates and you tripped me? Forgive me o lard Gog, i no-knot what voodoo say about a good Ta-coo sauce or what to mutter about misery Arizonian or misery Missourians in the fashion of the holy Hume ghost of senior-Mr. Ashcroft?

  My neighbor? Whoop! Will a letter writer go across the road and tell him (ANYONE) i luv "his" dear grandmother? How did "he" or ANYONE make such a big-mess of his/her dear life?

  Hey, O, Go skinny dipping with a bare breasted Justice stone Statue! Forget it! Or, forgive me, for I did not write any of asrsecrapstuff like this...Honest. Ashcroft? hush.

  —bebop-o Read bebop-o's other letters
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