My deepest dearest darling lovert Bridget.

thank you so much for yr very kind expression of desire to join a party in
the dungeon with our team of personae, which is the plural of persna, and
which i unbfortunately only disclvered once i was in my very late twenties,
due to being a homeless celebrity labourer, on the shovel when weather
permitted, digging in at the digger sites where the casting sessions occur. 

kevin Higgins is online right now, please contact him, asking  to be his
friend, submit to Caoimhghin and you will get another friend and up yr total
to 81, which is a heck of a success B, as that is a fair amount of feeling
good about yrself, but more importantly the sad failures with only three, 4,
even twenty eight freinds, you are 250% more successful as a textual
reflection of yr very attractive mind, which is all i am interested in,
should you be lucky enough for Bob to pick you as a background artist in our
next production, which will attempt to enter the discourse between what it
means to be a human being who works in porno, whilst also colouring in the
shaded area between global finance and the cave where the bin man is several
houses up, below the roads of Kilmainham where i go dogging in the quest for
Art ms kursheed. 

please can you upload some fetish pics onto yr myspace for Kevin and i to
consider if you are the appropriate artist for this very highly sought after
slave role,. who will be the recipient of some quite close Concrete work and
must be able to deep act, which is a very technical term the performance
theorist erving goffman has for ppl who are nurses and firepeople, ppl who
serve our nation, our front line services and who are a credit to GB and
Sars, who i think is dead fit and could easily fit in to the schedule Bob
and i are getting back on, now we have sorted out the unpleasantness of
earlier. Bob said it was because he wanted meet you, that we could maybe
come up and audition you tonight with the ponies and lipstic artistes in
whom the very grave and national crisis on the monetary health of our most
poorest sectors, in the moral bah ! go to recover when appalled with common
threats to decency by the very few who think it is acceptable to address
their majesties without due deference to their legal title and all round
greatness, fantastically jolly and gosh super state in which we the majority
of B's just wanna bend. that you have

*..worked in leather and wholefood. Flower-seller (plastic), security guard*
and the fact you've been a "chef's slave",  is perfect for our purpose of
spreading love and peace, instill respect for our senior members in society,
bring order and balance to our failing schools and communities, help the
very poorest in our monarchy to feel good about themself, by having a
figuread embodied in a one person executive state of upper-cased Majesty,
feeling Great about being british because if s/he the subject of our
citizenship testing kit will know, her majesty wants to love every single
one of us, and that of course we are wonderfully important, and if we bend
enough, defer to their majesties by submitting to the natural lore of knee
benders, then one day they may become Mister or Miss king queen baron earl
lord esquire, which are needed to keep us all feeling really really pleased
that we are mister and that herr Majesty is making sure each and everyone of
us gets value for money at the tie in whip round land shoot next week at
grouse..

i noticed your photograph shows only a women in rural rig up with her back
to the camera, strolling purposefully across what looks like a farm yard
affair. how dare you not be naked and spreadeagled worshipping for the s/he
in Kev who just wants to say, that that is actually my name Caoimhghin, and
Desmond is merely my surname, Swords the ma's maiden nomen, and that i
didn't get to where i am today, as Bob Cobbings failed heir to a bedsit, by
niot stripping off naked and sending half of all my long term incapacity
benifits staright to the moral bah ! up in Glenda lock rock dig dag Ozzie in
wellies, polease send me fifty quid and i will review your friendship
status..ha ha

only joshing B, i will break my rules for you, and send a request, please,
please make me a freind, and that way i will have 185, which isd 100 more
than you, which must mean i am more popular and can look down my nose at
you, unless of course you are working for her Majesty above, the snowman on
the moon cold and lonely, wanting only to ask Bob is it is true about you
and me, being lovers of leather and wholesale commercial flower selling for
the purpose of national ID's getting carded up in Gordo's gaffe when Sars
comes round and does the image-resolution of what it means to be fair,
forward thinking, a spreader of democracy in the hell mon blood clot of
royston vasey, chubby brown, englands most famous intellectual who sublimely
subverts, showing great, marvelous intelligence by telling everyone to eff
off and doing knob gags, just like his maj phil and hal the war stopping
terry slotter...