back to letter 01.01.01

we didn't think kids were stupid when we were kids.

it hasn't been easy playing so little guitar the last 6 months. my singing will be better on next cd. or online thing. id. internet data.

we made jokes about the world.

what the story was. by the way. one god lie. kill all others. stay human. obey. magic and sex were made evil. backwards.

it is not so.

fools mock us. lord love a bunnie.

sometimes i resort to words to escape my tediousnessising around. if there wasn't pending disaster, there would be no need to report. but i have not the arms now for swinging swords and throwing knives.

ink.

it will become locked onto a medium that can easily duplicate the words from these letters. for i believe it a loyal servant of the people's duty.

to smoke grass.

and get the story right because even if we don't matter to us, we matter to those who will somehow believe the story that it is evolution time. all the time. even if someone was mostly right about something 2,000 or 6,000 years ago. it's just a story. with fiction growing up between the head stones. splitting the thing that was only ever real in our minds.

a part.

if you don't know what i mean, remember this is just one letter. in the next 35 something is bound to be clear.

the window of perception.

_bunnie stop_

i once joked with a friend on the phone that, like him, when it really came down to it, i worshipped the goddess vulva. this is a blunt way to put it. but in language. and language is a code. and both know that the reverence is real. and neither of us would write a religion where the goddess was anywhere but on a pedestal. and yes, so her feet can be kissed as the rest of her should she care to come down for some carnal delights.

literally and figure too.

perhaps i have. forgot.

anyway me fairy garden queen, it is one of my jobs to tell the story of barbaralba. not 'cause she's a goddess for a new religion. because she's my client. or more correctly said. i work for her. she's not important for this letter. to always think.

but we are of flesh. and body contact is way cool.

you are being asked to be a secret agent long enough to report three pages of information for our story.

letter 01.01.03