letter, which isnt echo from cunt but one fairly little outbreack of 'emotional illiteracy'

you, 'missus' are a big fake. i wrote you in 2009 even not because of abysses of propaganda and pornography on both sides of my narrow road, but because i had fragile hope you would unite me with my beloved...  
but you even didnt learn to ask uninvited sojouner: "how can i help you?"  
   
where then your unknown and unwanted dada-man, let me kiss his nose, with Nada and othere whores..if you disliked i wanted lick your teeth after reading your newest story..if of such 'illiteracy of emotions' you feel dizzy to vomiting!  
   
i say you where is him, you dont have this dada-man, because it just figure of your comics whileas in reality you dont care about unwanted and weirdly screwed, but not succumbed dadaists, you dont care about tall and nerveous schizoid psychotics.  
you dont care about counted on finger situationists and about rejected lyricists neither about poète maudit. you dont seek  them with torch in dank London's nights and you pass them by inthe  lighted by winter sun Cascais. but O, you invent them and fool your reader, alike you were last pirats lost anything and everything but somehow escaped from sinked schooner. Mary, Mary, how contrary...  
   
no you care about black paintings of Goya and yet less about Antonin Artaud,  
i spent best hours of my night to type you his long poem, which you never read before..  
i sent you one poem by V.V., ultimatively crazy of living now poets, who i had luck to discover in last Febry. poet whos appereance 'we all' awaited like appereance of Godot!  
no you care about ressurectionists of spirit, striving to revival of life as art. But you care about famous! and about selfadulation of your unrepeatable revolutionarity. i thought you are clowns, but dick!  
   
my answers on you were mesmerized of my sympaty to you, which blinded me, otherelse in your town yet 20 letters ago would sneaked the enemy.  
   
and your poem:  
'i am in ass, you are in cunt  
lest be in one fucking nest'  
   
i add like that:  
   
   
'i am in ass, you are in cunt  
lest to be in one fucking nest'  
-amen  
   
   
though, from my fucking nest, thanks dogs i have it now per chance,  
 i wish you again love, this what you are on lack.  
i wish you  more love and more friendship  
 more love and more friendship  
 more love and more friendship  
and less stupidity.    
e.u.