BUT its been TOO HOLE days and know response from yors unfaithfolly. Eye am a patent man BUT my smokes (you No - the creative spliffs that bring torture to my sole in that dark overworld of evergreen) are down to my fingertits.
My suss is that you are foning pubs write now with DARKNESS –Eye have a forth sense four the macharbour.
Weight - eye have a knew IKEA!!!
Struck me like thunder.
Get GEORGE CLOONEY or MITE HE JOCKSTRAP to STAR as nifty-shifty LOMAX in hour MOVIE. Hour OLLYWOULD nightmares will come true: felicity – and U can shit on a NEWDISS beech somewhere erotic – like BRIGHTON!!!
”Snuff of my movie.””…….
Hjow did my chapters GRAB U??? BALL BREAKIN or WHAT??? Gess U could play with Mollie – you NO = get her into the write moo. GOod NUse felicity my first chapters have been regurgletated and eye have scent them in a poop bag for yor undivided ATTENSHUN !!!.
WOW OR WAT???
Eye NO U like REEDING. IN Bed. With MY BOOK. Eye WILL be thinking of U. CEREALiously Eye will be thinking of U. But NOT four TOO more days felicity = Bronson is at a wake.
U can send me an advance on my royalties while you digest. PQD.
SP - Bronson sends his love XXX
YORS fourever stalkinf
SSP – Eye like yor office…