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i'll tell you something funny for a writer. i don't got a radio, got no tv. no internet. no handy, that's cell phone, and yet i know more what's up than most people. on account like the old king of israel said. ain't nothing' new under the sun. and it's pretty much true. you can step back and look at it.

_bunny stop_

had your travel agent or my travel agent booked either one of us in a different hotel. or if three other people were on the bus at the last hotel. but the way it was, it was impossible not to speak to each other. and we still communicate. i never gave it much thought. it somehow just happened that we travel well together. since then i think i learned an awful lot from you. not a compliment if one takes a quick look. but i am in my office listening to rock 'n' roll and workin'.

marketing. even bill hicks wasn't immuned.

_duck stop_

chance rules. it is quite likely that if i were a god that could make a universe, the first thing i'd want is to not know all. start at nothing. chance upon intelligence 14 billion earth years latter on a little piece of paradise being poisoned by other bits of me not aware we were all split into separate perspectives practically unaware of the other. 'sept we can see, hear, smell and fuck one another. something one can't do as a perfect entity. perfect entities, alone, without even a universe, are a drag. is a drag.

this is why i gave up perfection long ago. it is more pleasing to be surprised.

i wondered a few times if there was a concerted effort by forces to do away with the tedious reoccurring of imperfect life. stop and return to the clean nothing. that has gotta be the stupidest job to have. that's likely why they have to pay them so much and make them rulers of companies and countries.

and take away the knowledge that the flock follow and worship. they don't know that they are the evil black nothing death.

_bunny stop_

she still hasn't called.

_duck stop_

i am writing to become fit for inspiration.

_bunny stop_

bushit, inadvertently, set me free from the fear of having others know what i have to say about the thing.

and like martin once said. i'm usually right.

_flower stop_


letter 01.14.03