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it's then on the web. until we can print.

i'm often in great wonderful pain. i delve in empty sorrow. but not always. it's a sunday kind of thing.

it is a crime of religion.

there is a very big smoke screen. media. going on. so that blowing fire becomes forbidden.

the story is the war.

write.

there was a time when the sun shone on a lake and there were many fish. it is.

they will want to know if we were lovers and i think of the story and remember. i was avoiding. some of the things that pertain to some stories and some to others.

nostrawhatshisname was working for them. they want us to believe that after the rat sings, the antirice will come. starvation of body and soul. madness abounding. all hell breaking loose. it's what they want.

and that is why they spent thousands of years working on the story.

maybe they want to demonstrate the power of a story.

i see no reason for a woman to believe any of the last 6,000 years of religions. except for fear. which men have propigated.

the war isn't against men. the war is ignorance. it's making it backwards. cursing woman for knowledge and life.

backwards.

that's the fundamental problem. but you can't tell nobody nothing. they think 'cause we've done something a long time, it must be right. or good. or safe.

i don't know everything.

but that the problem is both critical and simple.

i think. whatever it is.

help me out. not with all of it. a piece of it so we can see it from that side. i sort of know what i'm saying.

but some people would understand you better.

if you wrote backwards.

to the one they all look at. even though it too is true.

another side of the same thing.

i will say also to other women that i love them. when it's true. but i wouldn't write if it wasn't.

with love from your garden king,

john rah