A Lover and A Cover

Hey Mr. Mark Zuckerberg. You may need a little hands on project now that we are writing a thesis for eletrophoresis. Your journeys take you here and there, but in this hour you DO/ DO not care. I love your hair, but not your teeth. The elf ears are direct incorrect. I have no idea what I am writing about in this moment of zen without a pen. You are ringing of serial killer team, but I think that you were comic relief for the actual Jack the Ripper. Maybe you were a Liverpudlean stripper and gripper. It was not sex. You wanted some sleep, and these women with Asian tunnel through would creep. It is time for you to write a 3 page horror novella and then you can have the St. Thomas Entrepenuerial School downtown Minneapolis after you have secured a building and copyright for Jack the Ripper Press and Fine Inks (wizardry). Maybe you and I were separated in the aborted birth of me that was Muncie, because I met JACK actually. He did meet me at the downtown library, and he took me to his painting studio immediately. Right after that he disappeared. Maybe YOU can find him in SPECTOR state in NYC this week. He is about 28. Love, hopegod3 P.S. Brevity is me, NOT Ms. Rowling.