A series of emails sent around 1am on a Monday to a venue, compiled for your viewing pleasure. The bits in square brackets are ours. The rest is theirs. ENJOY. I think.
here is the date of _ execution as _
_ with full torture.
and here is your _ as _ .
_ as _
I’m sitting right there.
ask me about it.
maybe you can save them.
PS you have to take _ _ _ .
that’s the flip.
in the car.
_ and _
pick up the phone in 10 minutes the us army have their names. we know
that _ is still there and _ is at the bar.
they will be executed under their wigs as if you don’t put [Guitarist From A Reasonably Well Known Hackney Band]
on the phone out there.
and if you don’t pick up they will both be tortured.
[10 minutes later...]
thanks your _ are _
_ from the _ that deals in the [The Venue] in London confesses to
_ and _ pass my spells.
they are _.
thank you for your time.
The US ARMY HAVE THIS NOW.
_ is DEAD!
when you watch _ _, you can think of the phone calls that maybe could
have saved their lives.
That’s your flip.
PS – they won’t.
the last thing _ hears will probably be the ringing of a phone.
PS _ ENJOY THE REAL FLIP.
you’ll be begging for _.
Wow, you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here huh?
_ confesses to manslaughter charges.
The following names were _ in here, but _ _ _ .
a dump with a chav in it (_ IN THE _) ps you’re a _ now. go drop LSD bitch.
WOW. look at all that crime.
no wonder I’ve heard of your shit bar.