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Hi Ips!

Or is it Rigi?

I have a telephone number: 323 927 xxxx

Do you? Should I call you about this?

Good news!!! My friend, Ibrahim Abacha (and his hot hot hot mama, Mariam) sent me a photo of the money that I'm helping them retrieve!!!

It's a wonderful world.

I will have my driver take me to Western Onion tomorrow and fax the money to you for the monitor. My spastic colon has been acting up and my 2nd favorite cat (DON'T TELL HIM!!!), Jo Jo the Dancing Clown, will not come near me. I can't say as I blame him, but a cat does need to eat.




That is what Kwan does (well, when he's not ruining towels with his "truck stop buddies" (scandal!!!)). He feeds the cat. He also feeds my craving for the following three things:

1. Smoothness
2. Youth
3. Brownishness

I don't want to give you the wrong idea (unless, of course, you want to have the wrong idea... there's no stopping that, I suppository, right?!), Kwan is more to me than a plaything. Kwan is, well, Kwan. He is a houseboy, yes. Butt he is also a companion of the richest kind.

The poet, Walt Whitman (not Walter Whiteman, my business manager) once wrote:

Times of truth are these
we hold in our arms
the youth of
our days
forever flowing like a spring shower
like an elm passing
the quickening. the cold. the weak.
I am I said.

Buffalo, New York - 1921

and I couldn't agree more.

Isn't that a lovely poem? What do you think?

Most importantly, what about that box of money!?!? 30% of that is going to be mine within 2 weeks!
P/S: Here is Jo Jo The Dancing Clown when he was but a puppy:
















Do you ever feel the darkness of it all, Rigi?

---
dean cameron



On Oct 26, 2006, at 11:21 PM, Koomotor1@aol.com wrote:

Dear sir,
You don`t need a telephone number in order to make a transfer.
Please try to make the transfer as soon as you can.
Thank you