One up, one down 'pon the page of Doomey's ledger

Thomas Kearnes's INFESTATION lives to fight again upstairs in the Terminal. Here's the correspondence Doomey sent to let him know

Hey!

...Oh do not tell me my queensryche ring just flew out the fucking window!

oh hey tom. your input just got upthrown. hah. to me that's funny. but seeing as how i am currently nestled in the corner of your living room, suckling on a young duck, i can see how you might not see this as...

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beers all around.

you're in, bro.

[WHICH MEANS YOU'RE FATE IS WITH THE CAPITAL MANAGERS IN THE TERMINAL AND THEN THE MAN SO YOU'RE NOT THERE YET, JUST NEGOTIATED THE FIRST HURTLE AS SOMEONE ELSE LIKES TO SAY!

Fredrick Obermeyer's GOD IS A PARKING LOT didn't touch the vaunted monkey. Here's Doomey's rejection....

Fred dude,

hey, man, okay, sorry, but the capital you sent did not touch the monkey. keep your nub to the notebook, dude. though, you prob don't give a fuck what i have to say, eh? this biz sucks huge amounts of ass, but, still, i do wish you the best. write something amazing.

listen to more cheap trick,

boligard doomey the Floor www.tqrstories.com