Soldier of Fortune

this is my last letter. i am going to commit to suicide. solution is evident as...I know too much and my requests for financial assistance seem to not reach you. The murder is tell or file...the police has not given me the chance. I am homeless and THE POSITION OF THE country is now clear: I am not admitted as the experience was never here...recorded, sorry, Mother, the man is ill and the doctors of Death will have the debt on their offices. I will, yes. Signed by Paris, I Manchu, perfect our world. The world has died on the cross of hospital de la misericorde. I have no more money. I am in a dark well, Man, I love Paris and I will see you all here dead! 6th of July 2007, I attempt a third call for help. The words are all in english now and just in case I added the name Frumignac, Mother has died and the telepath was sold today so, miserere, the christ has fallen on tuesday. Miserere, poor survivors. The psychiatrists did win. I am in hell! Let us open his envellope. Doctor Bluedot dots on dotted dot made-line in real terms, service, secretive, richer in millions clam and cast, create a deep well of doom. The US said no. Paris attempted a Serpo but Ottawa said no. he is dying of Manchury. We are unable to confirm that London implanted Deeluit, Jacque is here, we know his chore, inspectors. My money, my money, that is all that he says! He has not taken the chance, Dr Curat would have look aftwer the......poor devil, poor bloke. Our agent here says that yes, he is telephotic but it has unfortunatelly escalated, the lobe is dead. I bleed. Agents in town are all aware, where is the-. no main carer, here for the last few rounds of honour! Hollywood aint so rich, we hear, inspectors, that our poor friend has manchury, totally declared, fully enriched. I sent him a few cheques, in August, around the date on the wall, look, just here, here, in the circle, there. Our economy has been affected, meat smells like hebrew feet according to Dr. Hemler. Joke, Paris, he is sound, the role of our worker is not subliminal. At night, we declare, we heal through vocal notes but our theatrics solemnly...I shut an envellope. periods are dripping bloods, the flirt he has with sylvie is authorized. she has a sad cancer ovarian smell and we are able to confirm to all, Paris, that she is alive and well. I envelloped them open hyerarchical grid, Jacque is still hill. We are so envious of your lambs, Toulouse, Henve, London England. Our buddy has at his side a crowned thorn, an axe and a flag. he riot online but hey, where have you been. He rots but he signs and we hear that he needs...relief. According to the police, Deeluit hears voices, hardly recorded at 33 as telephotic, bad sound and satellite rubberband the PNB, here, as pwer Mandela...U know...erm. The mad man is sealed and the rich kids beam outwardly the ray 6th of 663. The date of our bombing has been scheduled by Paris. The psychiatric asylum is of Paul, our PM, MP and prime Anashtebliff. Legally closing, Paris. Fraud is of her, I, An, cancer killed the puppy, we eat at Cape kennedy as we are broke. in a very sacred cup, I, Parliamentary one, as manchu make a bet...You censor and it shoots. What should I do. I ahve through the tunnel reached hell. Some guy in a green suit, barristering my estate, as afriend nods of his head shouting: Harder, reincarnation to the left. Jesus, say dear, as sorry, as the judicial syxteem envies you...O Fu Manchu, the reed is alit. Bever, Beaver, little freak, hospital, to the right, write a note, grid to Montreal rebirth, 2011, he agreed, as forging is death, wet my girl and I---as - solely his. VICTORY ? Mardi, je suis Ok. Il est pede ou Paye, Poute ? It has emigrated from France. it killed 200 in Copenhagen. Self defense and bad experience, je, su, o