so i says to Judas the lumberjack "why don't you get down from there? you've got it all wrong. You oughta swing from that tree of a woman they call Mary back in town." and so he says "don't bother me none. I'm just thinkin' 'bout how to get down from here. I'll hang you next for botherin' me!"... blind little ceasar comes in delivering pizzas and mirrors, says we can devour our faces once we're done arguin' over the bill, and ol' Heyzus' mama, she's pregnant again with that absentee landlord's kid. she's a slow learner. welfare checks from heaven ain't redeemable at any bank 'round here, and last time she tried to cash one it got her locked up for fraud. ceasar runs her over in his chariot on his way out and blames the whole lot on her. "you oughtn'ta been sleepin' around like that. how you think Jupiter feels about all this!" "you stay outta this, ya hear! my baby daddy ain't eatin' this one, less you tell him where we're at! you keep your fat mouth shut or I'll cut you in half!"
where's that little shit, gash-cat? if you find him, baby, come spring me. he owed me money so i tore down Judea lookin' for him. don't one 'a your folks know where he's at? there was dope on the ground when I got to his place. where'd it come from? when they hauled me in, cops said it was mine, their probable cause for all the fires and murders. they roasted an' quartered Barabbas the bum an' handed out pieces of 'im to kids on Sunday. I know you were askin' after him. don't know when you'll be comin' back this way. ol' Heyzus sure does miss ya and yer perfume bottle that sprays death and blood of salamanders. thinks yer his ticket out. he's in the cell two storm drains down, and won't shut up 'bout how he's gon' be rescued from this place. what a romantic. they say i'm finna get baptized this week, gon' save my soul or some such nonsense. who knows, maybe it'll work. i miss you baby.
hope this letter gets to you safely. I know the c.i.o.'s are watching.
faithfully yours,
John
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