Oh Quack, at the invitation of the human reduced Matteo Vandalism, creature of which I have already mentioned in the previous report, I translated into alphabetic symbols land on its requests. For reasons still unknown to me, his communication is fluent and clearly to my ears, but not to those of humans, so I translated the lexicon that I have his thoughts. His letter is addressed to an entity revered by caste is not extended, better known as Father Christmas on earth. I intend to decode and analyze the structure connected to the same religion, the only certain items so far are two: he has the power to grant the wishes of the dominant caste ("children") and established a symbiotic relationship with a second cult figure better known as "Epiphany." My translation follows the demands of the vandalism.
Dear Old Man, which distribute generous playful joy on the day of the birthday of our Lord Jesus, who writes to you is a humble and unworthy admirer of your magnificent and magical work. To escape a gambling
take a narrow path, because of its slowness, washes over the abysmal precipice of tedium and redundancy, I will express myself with laconic speech.
am well aware that my conduct is far from being able to be yourself even considered among the ranks of the most diligent and deserving of praise. You are certainly in a position to judge my actions as reprehensible and unworthy of any form of satisfaction. It would have good reason. Nevertheless, believe me or famous: quaestio nothing about my intentions clear and good faith that has guided my actions.
Under the clarity of mind that I have no false modesty and even declaimed Imperishable fame that follows your deeds, I entrust myself to your Magnificence without fear and accept the Christmas gift that your kind heart, he wishes to agree to a self-gratification of my modus operandi during the year.
However, the rigid mindset that makes obsolete the behaviors of individuals that I have created, borrowed from the static nature of a society which is obtuse can surprise, requires clarification on my part not of a general ambition.
I will not be so mean to your eyes, if you dare to entrust this letter a so desire, that, given your proverbial infinite and omnipotent, it should not be difficult to achieve.
not yearn to vulgar material objects, do not flatter the lust for polychromatic toys, my only prayer is realized in the heat of the being the dawn of freedom that accompanies the individual.
Dear Old Man, which distribute generous playful joy on the day of the birthday of our Lord Jesus, who writes to you is a humble and unworthy admirer of your magnificent and magical work. To escape a gambling
take a narrow path, because of its slowness, washes over the abysmal precipice of tedium and redundancy, I will express myself with laconic speech.
am well aware that my conduct is far from being able to be yourself even considered among the ranks of the most diligent and deserving of praise. You are certainly in a position to judge my actions as reprehensible and unworthy of any form of satisfaction. It would have good reason. Nevertheless, believe me or famous: quaestio nothing about my intentions clear and good faith that has guided my actions.
Under the clarity of mind that I have no false modesty and even declaimed Imperishable fame that follows your deeds, I entrust myself to your Magnificence without fear and accept the Christmas gift that your kind heart, he wishes to agree to a self-gratification of my modus operandi during the year.
However, the rigid mindset that makes obsolete the behaviors of individuals that I have created, borrowed from the static nature of a society which is obtuse can surprise, requires clarification on my part not of a general ambition.
I will not be so mean to your eyes, if you dare to entrust this letter a so desire, that, given your proverbial infinite and omnipotent, it should not be difficult to achieve.
not yearn to vulgar material objects, do not flatter the lust for polychromatic toys, my only prayer is realized in the heat of the being the dawn of freedom that accompanies the individual.
Please break the chains that bind me to those who transferred me to life, he broke the rope biological blood that keeps me tied to them, changed into dry my roots, is ch 'I am no longer the result of that suit, walk back the path of descent and make my genesis nebula. Ancient
Oh, you make come true the circumstances that can give me to continue my journey alongside a much more worthy companion: I found a speech to my ears which is not disengaged blather but clear opinion on the world, she only understands me, and I compare his thinking. I beseech you: do not deprive me of the incomparable achievement of the logos, let me run away with the Huge Yellow Duck.
I refer to your stern but fair-minded assessment
With enthusiasm and vivid than timeless.
Matthew Vandalism
Oh, you make come true the circumstances that can give me to continue my journey alongside a much more worthy companion: I found a speech to my ears which is not disengaged blather but clear opinion on the world, she only understands me, and I compare his thinking. I beseech you: do not deprive me of the incomparable achievement of the logos, let me run away with the Huge Yellow Duck.
I refer to your stern but fair-minded assessment
With enthusiasm and vivid than timeless.
Matthew Vandalism
