Dear Principal,

I hope the previous post will be to your liking. And thank you for allowing me to buy pictures of your pussy. That will help me masturbate. And thank you for making me shave my testicles everyday, not to turn me into a homo, but rather to regress me to the teachable age of a younger boy. Of course, I am a cipher, a loser in this world --a boy --right now. It is no wonder I find myself driven into poverty and riding a bicycle across town to fry burritos so you will then allow me to imagine kissing your beautiful asshole. I dream of the day that I will make enough money for you to want to have my credit card-- to be worth the time of day to you for you to allow me to talk with you. On my way to work I talked with a man who has a janitor biz and may need help. I would be a night worker if he goes for it --on the days that I am not frying burritoes for you. I will never be anything but a flunky and an underling. My only meaning in being a "boy" is to let you train me. I wonder if I might have a rote writing assignment to further train me to realize my lot in life. When I come home from work, here to this one room place I have at Danger Digs, please allow me to work for you as an artist and maybe snag a portrait commission. Later, got to go see if I have this new job... pqt.