Dear Elsie,

You might not read this mouthful but I just want to say:

I recently read your not very quiet but rather quite troubled mind that is rife with struggle and overpouring with poetic mangly ants, i mean,  manly angst, which I quite respect honestly! We were supposed to meet some time earlier, if not for the fact that you had paper problems. S’okay, it looks like we can meet right before we go in for Nationalistic Slavery (which even Taiwan has stopped despite being at the rectal end of China and its Red Army). We could have some cheap good food together with the usual bitch-about-life and life-about-bitch then, just not sumohouse again.

Till then, all the best — and please survive, in a manner akin to the Chinese Communist Revolution. For some reason, I empathise with your struggles,worries, pains and concerns — they most certainly are not easy, but with determination, idealism and the death of a million chinese men, anything is possible.

With a tone of political and sexual incorrectness,
Yours Truly.