john rah letter to
bobb

back to 01.03.02

i don't know nothing but i think it's okay.
somewhere i read it would come to this
a time to forget all that was said
jump up, give the sky a kiss.

making substances illegal should be made against the law.
stop the petty fighting, call this one a draw.

_duck stop_

having a dog is a licence to talk to your self.
in case where you live you need a licence, now you know.

_fish stop_

that was a fish. taking it to the limit.

_duck stop_

what's going to happen. someone has to be there to report it. the clearer it is, in all schools of thinking, the simpler it will be to get a good, collective look at it.

what what is is for those or it to do it and be it. know what i'm sayin'.

i'm certain the meaning of life is at the beach.

inspiration is winding down. i have to figure how to bust into my next reality.

jede moment ich bin with her she is the she that's sheing it and it makes me believe in fables, myths and all the other goings on in my head. there ain't no way to avoid it if it's the only thing it is. stranger things are true.

anyone can make a kult for desperate idiots.

someone could make one for those taking over.

as a greeting manual to the next way for dna to be. humans, most amazing till now. smarter than most rabbits, more dexterous than a cow. known for their talent at fucking things up real good and making most amazing discoveries. a brilliant creature in the evolution of angels. highly recommended in hostile environments.

got great tits.

we will definitely keep them. more than anything, it's time to expose the lie. ignorance is not bliss. it is suicidal. no one's coming to save us sinners. good new is, there never was. we are them. and something is waiting for us. here, with evolution and all. and somewhere out there is a forgotten outpost that might still have survivors. unaware we left them there.

for a reason.

read on, my wise friend. and write more.

brother in thought,

john rah