back to 01.17.01

here we go. a round of words taken practically at random.

robert redford, jessie james.

the pain is receding a little in my shoulder, which puts it on schedule. it took 8 months last time before the more pleasing last 4 months of rebirth. i induce my own pain through obsession. for so many years i managed to keep my body in control.

becoming a divorced, unemployed, still pissing around looking for whatever it was.

since she, the she of it, flopped the story in my face. i find it difficult to slow down. because i don't wanna.

but i have managed to make my body tired today.

_duck stop_

billions of years to evolve this level of consciousness.

it is ours. one day we may create environments in space no longer dependent on earth. that life will only be possible if we get all the years out of the earth it has to give us. we can thank the sun, the moon, jupiter and all the chance events that allowed for advanced life forms.

what can't be done is inventing lies to make the masses into obedient idiots who mildly accept open slaughter of the planet. it is so obviously a pig run to the cliff that one might believe the planet has been attacked by madness.

and it would be correct thinking.

the one god mass suicide cult.

i don't like it. and i don't like that they, the killers, are being honored and protected by insane laws.

thing is. if i'm the only human seeing this, the mad fuckers might simply say i'm mad.

so i will refer you to the lost libraries.

it has been written with almost the same words. from every age. and even in your holy books, the message is clear.

your power is death. and you ain't welcome here.

_bunny stop_

fuck the pope.

_duck stop_

it's not easy being me. but it's a lot of fun.

i thought something clever and forgot on the way over. the mountain. in the snow. with no shoes. or even my right head.

ah. anything worth doing right, is worth doing right slow.

that's sort of the mantra i'm attempting to learn. since i took my shoes off, i walk much more.

i don't know man. some hash is okay but if i had the choice. grass. the kind that won't let you sit still.

like i'm trying to remember to do. and always forget.

_flower stop_


letter 01.17.03