Daemonic Rise 19 November 2017
Dear Jerome K. Jeremiah
Thanks for sharing, buddy. Your being such a dab hand at the fiddle-de-dee—it was fun to see you straining so earnestly for the biblical. You almost made it, too. It makes me regret having tossed overboard, after a dozen pages, your gigglesome little tale, "Three Jeromes in a Jalopy" or whatever it was. Perhaps if I'd persevered, really bit down on the rictus of a painfully inverted smile, I might have reached the promised land of garbage and offal.
Jolly decent of you to allow the gents down at the club to indulge in a quiet inclination or two. The working class boys, hopefully, with the true fear of Jerome before their eyes, will get back in the chimneys where they belong.
It's been so long since I stubbed my funny bone on your twee tosh, I'd almost forgotten what the middle initial "K" stood for. Thanks for so forcefully reminding me.
Wishing you may always remain the true K. that you are
Daemonic Rise
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