Attention President Obama: I have new tech that can solve the problems of your website and deliver an injection of humor as good medicine. In return, I need you to take my IMF team of the disavowed list. I have provided a spy proof cell for us to discuss this matter.

 You have my assurance that the line is secure

 Thank you for listening. Ciao

 

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Dear Banksy,

 

I’m a ten-year without an art class because there’s no money for school.

 

Please enrich the South Bronx by painting something on a wall so we can sell it for art supplies AND THE BLOOMBERG MAN IS MAKING ME SAY THIS!!! BANKSY DON’T COME HERE!!! IT’S A TRAP!!! NOOOO!!! DON”T HURT ME!!!

 

AIEEEEEE!!!

 

Sincerely yours, Danny Aponte, missing in action somewhere in an old issue of The National Lampoon when it used to be funny.

 

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http://buildingshalom.blogspot.com

http://lifeaftermedia.blogspot.com

 

 

Fantasy is wonderfully married to Reality.

 

And they had babies.

 

Better To Have Loved And Lost...

This is what you need to know about me. I was murdered by injuries to my brain at NYU after the first attack on the WTC. When I lost the woman I loved I lost everything. This is the urban myth of the restless spirit come to life and unable to move on to the future. This is the better angel of my nature in cyberspace with a message to deliver.

 

Vengeance will be visited upon evildoers on Earth.

 

Have a nice day.

 

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They Stole My Memories. I Want Them Back