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Queens Day. Dear knighted Vincent M.
.. A royal ribbon! What a surprise! To perceive your noble head in the gallery of farm-fresh ribbon carriers. May I tell you; whoever or whatever may have settled your nomination, they couldn’t have made a better choice! Yes, we know of each others existence for so long, you always were my idol and guiding star and what a dizzying flight your career has taken lately: a royal ribbon… You escaped out of your – by conniving clerics and phlegm flagellates – terrorized hometown of Dordrecht. Where, and to inform you, still blows the same depressing christian sewer-air from the Middle Ages. Only one direction was left: West, The Wide World, to the sinks of The Quality Paper. I had the honor and ineffable pleasure to follow you from afar. To be able to get a glimpse of you and your brilliant work has given that dull live of mine a spiritual meaning and direction. The Mighty, your countless concubines and their flock of children all over the world. I read in a glossy at the hairdressers that they admire you all, like a God. The way the world turns, his history, philosophy, you’ve put your Mighty Christian Stamp on them. I became aware that many Mighty continuously beg for your advices. Written or oral. Overnight the neighbors – who love and respect you deeply and are devoted members of your sect- regularly hear a doorbell and soft voices who speak into your intercom. Then the lights in your marble city palace will flop on and – and this is from a reliable source – you never and I say never will deny those poor Mighty your warm and selfless Christian services and diplomatic skills… Sorry for getting so emotional ..
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A letter to Vincent M. © Freddy Rikken
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