Dear SOROS,
The outback says the GRIM REAPER approaches. If anyone finds this, be warned, but I will only tell SOROS. If you find this, please do not post it anywhere. One if by land, two if by sea. Legal proceedings shall be the death of me. A butcher, a baker, a tailor, and some baloney. The Bates Motel will be proven phoney. Li.. Li.., pants on fire. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Lock your doors, lock your windows. Hollywood crawls with vengeful black widows. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. 50 million, 60 million, 70 million Indians. 80 million, 90 million, 100 million Indians. Market makers, newsletter editors, telephone operators. Two little millionaire boys.
SOROS
PS. You really shouln't speak to yourself that way. You know how he hates riddles. |
