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Sit _ & Pick .M3. - (Part 2 of 2)

May these sheets of paper fly, I’m filling in old lines and giving new “clues”, I’ll leave them along the path of the journey not that has yet to begin. It’s me today, and my thoughts are “checking in”.  I’ve got a few things to say today people and I will not be ignored.  Time to be a little “real”, so all pussy faggots must go…Seems someone at the VA wants my attention..Well, okay Mr. Kruse you’ve got my attention…LET’S GO:

To that bitch-faggot-pussy-motherfucker who keeps sending out the “reply” emails for EVERY company in the world – FUCK YOU – and that comes not only from me, but from everyone else in the world who writes a letter and gets back one of your shitty responses.  No Sir, you DO NOT get a image today…You don’t get “Thank You” and you certainly will not have your letter saved in my “Happy Letters” mailbox…FUCK YOU..Put my letter in the name next time, SPELL my shit right next time..It’s AMARI…Is that too much to ask?  Can you make an effort to ensure that I feel that the letter that you send back to me is meant for me and not jsut for whoever is on the other side of the .2.?  Address the matter of which I wrote to you about, I contacted you about it to begin with..the least you could do is keep it “REAL” when you respond back.(I love slang)

Starting a letter to me with “ Dear Sir or Ma’am”…Hmm, I swear that there were like a thousand forms that I had to fill out that involved me starting with me typing in my name.  You mean to tell me that you don’t have at least one program that at least inputs the names for you? I do, I think that everyone who returns emails should…Helps keep you both organized and lazy…Or how about just reading my letter and responding to the things that I have to say.  Get off of your “Online Poker” and do something other than just sending out mass emails…Wow, What an excellent fucking idea…Hey, why not make that something like a…GOAL…Look at that I gave you a goal to go for…What do you say??

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