I arrived home sometime in
the wee hours of the morning, to find that a
postcard from
strôphy had arrived. It reads as follows:
HaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Evil reigns supreme! I would have sent you another
photo, perhaps of me with
SCOTT WEILAND or perhaps
STEFAN OLSDAL but this shot of your
BIOLOGICAL wife to be will have to do…
HAHAHAHA.
PS. I have a lot of
ELVIS related
evil to get out, I think it beats any of your
MEASLY OFERINGS.
PSS Love from the
UK!!
HAHA
Ask your sister if she got
phone calls where nobody said anything
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ELVIS IS DEAD
Air mail!
I am so evil
The postcard (which this came on) featured a
woman wearing some kind of
muzzle, in a
white room, standing behind what appears to be an
autopsy-related tray. Upon the tray was a badly
mangled brain, and
clamps.
It appears to be
German in origin.
I’m not sure what
scares me more:
- The postcard itself
- The fact that this likely mass-produced
- Or the fact that someone saw fit to send me such a postcard
Despite this
alarming piece of
mail, I had the possibly
the best nights sleep since
who knows when.
Nodding off in a chair as I listened to
Radiohead and
P.J. Harvey.