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Wednesday, July 16, 2025  

Dear Uncle Sam,


By the time you read this, I'll be fucking your sister. I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but uh, well... now what was it again... (God dammit) Oh, yes, I was going to write to you because... because... ummmhhh... (hang on a minute)... I seem to have lost my memory so I'll just improvise a letter with no true meaning from now on, if you don't mind (which you'll probably do).

I know this might seem like a letter of indulgence to you, seeing as we made all those plans to destroy the universe, but I just don't see things working out that way.

I'm sorry about this — sorry that I didn't take the chance to get rid of you last month, but I promise I'll make up for it the next time we meet. I just need to find someone who is male and breathes — and quickly.

I want to tell you that I think you are a..well...um...okay, nice...yeah...maybe, 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 suicidal. You like urine sample collecting, dating circus midgets, and finding out a random victim's e-mail address and subscribe it to every advertisement letter you can find, 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 when Hell freezes over. But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever I sharpen my hunting knife out in the garage.

I'd really like us to become a Heathcliff and Catherine-like ghost couple and creep out softhearted onlookers in our restless afterlife, if that's okay with you. I think we can do it. We had some good times, before the psychiatrist told me that you're just a figment of my imagination.

Take care of yourself and never forget your true place in life (which is at my feet, groveling in abject obedience).

Stop by sometime,

~ The Pope.

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