ARON EPSTEIN, RESPECTED, UN-NEGLECTED AND ABOVE-SUB

Who put the crack in the liberty bell?

Epstein.

Chummy tangle up above and no amount of ditzy dazzle have led to the public wet-mount of Aron Epstein, darling dingle and brother-in-trust. Doctor Eight has pushed notes through channels known to street walking types and the usual cutthroats in community locations that Aron Epstein is meant to be awarded.

Nothing more needs saying. Aron Epstein, NYGA\B sing your praises in a goddamn rotten way for all outside our blessing and service. Our treble will make them tremble, the timbre thicker than aught lashing-snakes in humpy guzzle. We would ask that you step out of line, but your precious place has always been outside–no small dark idea is due for scissors than your curvy path. For that you are awarded!

We plan to trade our precious dallies for your time. Where you come from is where we have lobbied to keep the glot we've gained by being us. You've earned superstition, and while your interest in joining the ranks is luke-warm, your alliance is permanent and prosperous.

Your are a pervy challenge to the linked up! You are the awarded one!

NYGA\B is in debt to your style.

You are a permanent wooden head!