This letter was written by a few individuals who took large amounts of dextromethorphan at some point in time. I was there to study these individuals while trying to establish some form of communication with them. The below is one of many documented conversations. Some info has been changed to protect the lost.

Was a crayfish, cancelled engagements (earlier). Statements to
contrary witheld; held width within mine arms, which were
curiously unlike pincers. Was engaged to one (1), Sally Mander-
Orange. She was a hooker. Crayons for bait, a great catch in the Master Bedroom. Twist 1-2-3 and quite a sum to ponder. From there, things were always different. From now untill my watch breaks.

Fin.

P.S. Bob injected the goopity glop real good onto his spinal twerk. I read his palm, but it was a poorly written statement about oh my god the narcoleptic fishes are grannying my shemp but anyway...how are the menses? Fresh I presume...Yes? Call back when you need me to working here is for gimps who make gravy train is rolling and freaking my third platonic ballsac. Well how about that for an espresso bean I'm flavored like a chicken curry that warts symposium of thought I yes can heart you and you and old blimy trash robots freckling a soul unlike festered and festooned unity of canker sores or whatever, you
reef tar of is cancelled broach to degrees fly of temple knowledge sanwiched between two humans. Oh yeah, the milk went bad and I ate the roach.