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All correspondences are forged by the Treat Typists Guild, Local 202, in the typewriter sweatshop hidden in the Semi-Auntomous Exclave of Belugastan. Forgeries are then delivered to unsuspecting rival nation-states in the nearby Metropolis. All documents are forged on the first take, typos included.
A Prolific Literary Output
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- Graham
- 7-UP Corporation Response
- Lisa Frank and the Aesthetics of LSD-based Art
- China
- Valery
- 24-hour anything
- Fingercocks McGee
- WHOMP WHOMP CAROOSH BOOSH BOOSH
- Crayola Corporation Response
- Google Corporation
- Law School
- Alex
- You know better
- 3M Corporation
- King Rasputin the Elder
- Sea Foam Green: Crayola Corporation
- Bear Suits
- So *that's* what is going on over in Bosnia
- Cetacean Espionage
- I am not a man
- Lisa Frank Corporation
- Supplies
- Prehistorotica, brought to you by Pancho Villa
- Cat paint
- We're back in business!
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All letters are approved of by the Sovereign Republic of Belugastan's Typewriter Politburo and subsequently placed in the Outbox, to be delivered to neighboring states.
Queries from all parties may be directed to the Grand Vizier:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
joel {{at}} laserscorpion [dot] com
Or to Commisar-General:
SamuelRaphael at Gmail dot Com
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