Dear mountains,
You’re really pretty to look at, but aside from that, you’re pretty fucking useless.
Regards,
Munky
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- Dear mountains,
- Dear consumers of fast food,
- Dear hot caffeinated beverages,
- Dear road grit,
- Dear William Faulkner,
- Dear Camden,
- Dear Sainsbury's,
- Dear cancer,
- Dear Mr Munky,
- Dear my former roommate,
- Dear snow,
- Dear Special K,
- Dear Mr Munky's shit trousers,
- Dear Mr. Pete Doherty,
- Dear boys who hit on me,
- Dear Brett Anderson of Suede/The Tears/heroin fame,
- Dear the London 2012 Olympic bid committee,
- Dear Cosmo,
- Dear leather,
- Dear awful bloke in Café,
- Dear today,
- Dear Camden Council,
- Dear Mr Munky,
- Dear Kentish Town,
- Dear Amy Winehouse,
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