Letter Thread

Ted Kazcynski edition

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thank you for being my friend

Eat shit whore. Hope you are suffering.

Sorry Ted but if it was not for modern day computers I would never have found this hell hole I spend so much time on.
T
I am not exactly pining for you but I would very much like to speak with you and I am sure the feeling is not mutual.
A

When we were in the room with all the tables and you went into the girls showers I stood outside because two girls in bathing suits were going in. I'm pretty sure you saw them walking by us. When I yelled I'd wait outside you said you were coming back now. When I got up I realized you wanted to peep with me, you pervert. Cracked me up. I was fooled in the moment. Everything feels so real with you and I forgot where we were. Stupid of me to bitch with that coach. I don't know why I did that and I apologize. I wasted time and made us susceptible to bullshit. I was a dunce as well when you crawled out from the cabinet and asked if I wanted to see your knob. Clever girl. I should of crawled in with you. I got pieces of what you were telling me. Really seems like a string of random letters. Pretty sure we got scrambled. I do think it's gotten better though. More clear. Controlled. If you remember the thrift market way down there. We've come a long way. I look forward to being with you again.

A,
I accept your apology. I have a book I think you would have great interest in. I know you are busy. I implore you to give it even a quick flick through because I really think it make an impact on you. I have wrapped and sent it to you.
Kind Regards,
Ted

I had another dream about you last night. It's so odd. I let go of you, moved one, and yet I keep thinking of you for some reason. Maybe I haven't moved on completely despite my best efforts. Maybe it's a slow process. But I really want to stop thinking about you.

I hope you do too. I don't need that energy in my life.

A,
You left and never came back online. I heard from the grapevine you talked to someone from here, and I'm hurt. I admit I was rude to you the first time we met because I thought you were like the others. I was wrong and I see that now. I don't know how to let you see this unless I put your name. I don't think you check. Goodbye.
-N

sorry Ted, but I believe there is no way we can break off the post-industrial society.
the sheeple is too brainwashed and unwilling to let go of their comfort.