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where were we.

anyhow. i biked to the café, met by chance a friend with her dad. drank a real thick hot chocolate and find out they are playing on another field. so i gets on my bike and goes. about 2 minutes there a friend's girl friend gives me a beer and i turn around to see one of anny's angels.

she knows a little about my condition and she somehow made it clear to me that i would soon have to see anny. it's like everyone is prodding me gently to stay where is i'm at. they don't know what i'm talking about and say the right things for a story they don't know about.

and i gotta watch me try not lose my cool before i get to where we are to meet, though it ain't been said. so i think on the way, i gotta go see someone 'cause i said i was gonna. then i think. if anny's already there, i might run into heart trouble. she should wait till i get there. but not too long. and be careful coming in so. it's not that i can see it coming, it's more i know i can hardly believe she might in the other world. where other people take part.

instinct.

it's bigger than we give it credit.

she knows i love her. and she tells me things with her eyes. krissy. it seems very weird knowing not what the fuck. did i tell you i started writing left and everything has been going backwards. so that the story is writing me.

why is too much barely enough.

_flower stop_

i have to mention when i come from a short break. the cannibis burn. keywords: dupont. 1936 ford cannibis, hemp oil. environmentally friendly cars. 1936 krissy. there is no need for oil companies. it is a merchant monarchy. hemp is the enemy of huge, all toxic, industries. it was made illegal almost world wide because of the declaration of a chemical and oil lord. one of the descendants of the prick lords that executed sodom and gomorra because they smoked grass and ignored self proclaimed overlords.

how the fuck do they get away with it. shut the fuckin' things off.

pricks.

grow hemp. or sugar cane is what they use now in cuba. since usaers ain't lettin' 'em have no blood oil.

turn off the oil. billions of years it took to make enough oxygen. the oil industry is genocide of a planet, and though impossible. must stop now.

_duck stop_


letter 01.15.03