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another sunday night. i keep in motion. today i was sitting beside someone who had it much worse than my mertal jumpiness. he made me very aware of me. and i often wonder what it was that. whatever. thing is, there is an element of nervousness in many people. not to stay on topic at all, i wonder if she isn't quite certain.

so. no topic. shit. maybe we, the royal, pack it in. try not to think of her. try not to breathe. avoid perception.

watch a movie. or the dark wet sky.

burn the last grass.

on the mountain where we spent the night. the savannahs of the rupinuni, burning. in every direction. to kill the snakes. i heard. pretty weird. people do wierd things everywhere.

the oil industry has to be shut down before china is filled with tar and cars. planet suicide. biomass. grow and burn, the balance is held. oil has given us oxygen what we need and should better not waist. oil was not but in the ground by an oil lord so oil blookline can rule the world. it is the blood of the thin skin. it is part of the life of the planet. like trees that still produce oxygen.

we've gotta have the stuff. why is this point ignored. it is too simple and obvious.

_duck stop_

man. ich krieg mich heute nicht ein bisschen langsam.

there were two weeks left till the school election. student council for the next year. i was sitting in the cafiteria and heard tim tell someone he withdrew because they were all a bunch of idiots. something had to be done. i said nothing but i was already working on anticampain stratagies.

that night i got my sister to help me make some hand drawn posters. punk rock in bright colours. like a toy doll concert. that afternoon was stage band practice and i explained to them why jose wombat was to be a write in.

within days, 1,200 students knew about jose wombat. we convinced an english teacher to tell our story on morning announcements. on the day of the election there was yours trully on the morning radio, telling the city to vote jose wombat for president. a sign 2 by 3 meters, professionally made by someone's dad, was secured to the fence at the front of the school.

i went up after the voting to see how he faired and there was a room of people not happy to see my smiling face. they wanted to have the power and did not accept jose wombat as a write i. the voters had all but 20 or 30 voted for jose for president. and many people put him for all possions so that it was one big garbage can of ballots.

i didn't stick around to glot. i had to get to the phone to jose.


letter 01.16.03