Gentle Readers,
This message is not really for you.
We are dropping the editorial ‘us’ in parts to make it less confusing. We think Cynthia Oldsnarly may have sent them.
On Friday, a private investigator named Kellie showed up at our Motel. She checked in with no luggage or purse, wearing a short-ish white dress and stylish hair and nails.
She came out of the front desk office and wandered the parkinglot aimlessly for an hour and then went to her room, near mine, when I came out on the balcony to see which room the possible hooker was going to visit.
As it turns she kept obviously spying on me, looking through the open spaces of a luggage rack on a car parked between us.
So, I decided to STARE at her to let her know she was not un-noticed. This prompted her to come over and up the steps to the balcony, where we sat drinking and chatting…about me…all about me…she said she would be gone in the morning and i watched her leave on foot, no luggage or purse, just a copy of Beatdom we gave her to read…
She kept me up talking about myself until 3am. We did not talk adult topics or any such shit…so why do people spy? why do they lie? why do they not be real in 2014????
funny thing is…we hide nothing, as all you kind readers know…and any import given to us is undeserved, since we are morons.
best from the staff!
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Last Notes From a Tumbleweed Bastard 
Dear Investigator…i liked the Rockford Files…i saw you tried to search me by my childhood library and ended up here, the day after i mentioned it to you. very obvious, like a short white dress…haha…the stats on here show what people look you up by…haha…i am an unimportant entity…don’t you see that?