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Dear John letter
Dear pointless entity,
By the time you read this, I'll be at Community Hospital, being prepared for a sex-change operation. Our time together made me realize some important things about myself.
I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but my eyes have yet to fully recover from last week when your wig fell off.
I know this might seem like a sinister scheme from me to stage an "accident" and claim the life insurance policy on you (which it is)
to you, seeing as we made all those plans to infiltrate the "Amnesty International" organization and shamelessly purloin their charity funds, but I just don't see things working out that way.
I'm sorry about this — well; not really. I just thought it'd sound good. I just need a bit of a laugh.
I want to tell you that I think you are at least somewhat humanoid looking (which is about the only thing you have in common with mainstream humanity), but I don't think we're right for each other.
First of all, we're not really compatible. You are a Sagittarius,
and I am disappointed.
You like bothering foraging bears, filling stuffed animals with ice cream, and nibbling off wires to public computers at libraries and Internet cafés,
and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things.
How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date each other sometime in the next millennia.
But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever someone mentions the words "seven and half", "inch" and "cock" in my presence.
I'd really like us to become jaded, cynical and bitter in our own different ways,
if that's okay with you. I think we can do it.
We had some good times, at least while we were in separate cells at the police station.
Take care of yourself and never forget that the xenomorph implanted in your chest is going to erupt and kill you violently within two hours.
Toodles,
~ DJ Pie Safety.
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