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  • February 08th, 2013
    My dearest friends,


    A rather delicate language appears to have fallen victim to the same levels of misuse commonly found amongst the wallflowers of southern california.


    While I continue to marvel at our ability to push her forcibly into this sea of illiteracy we find ourselves floating in, her dress is rather stained now in the piss colored hues of a bus station lavatory. I am beginning to find her less attractive by the day.


    All too often, I find myself falling into the depravity that has engrossed our current interpretation of thought, and I find myself favoring the same lazy, dis-harmonic distortions of language that have begun to emboss the landscape of modern popular culture.


    For whatever reason, we continue to abuse a language that has expanded into a damaged and beaten woman who wants little more than to regain the elegance and beauty that had preceded her whilst she was in the company of such greats as Shakespeare and Mark Twain.


    Although she continues to plead for gentle minded things such as comfort and dignity... We continue to tag team this gentle creature with the aggressively illiterate stylings of Lil’ Wayne and the simplistic, occasionally even whorish voice of Stephenie Meyer.


    We continue to tilt the illusion of an increasingly educated populace toward the reality of a degratated and ever more beastial society.


    I have but one simple proposal. I suggest that we simply let her up for air occasionally, if only to keep her alive to facilitate our continued acts of self gratification, lest we allow this to borderline on literary necrophilia.


    Regards,
    Aaron Yool
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