letter 01.23.01

bushit is wanted for war crimes.

that's crazy. they want to point everywhere else. kill anyone that don't play their game.

whatever. if they weren't fuckin' up the only planet we got. i'd say, fuck 'em. let them play. but they are.

so shut the fuck up, bushit. you fuckin' terror freak. war monger. murderer. at home and abroad. you are not at all funny or cute. assface.

now i'll stop just one sentence late.

_duck stop_

anywhore. it was a pleasant day. i'm addicted to quite a few things. most seriously, humans. there was a time where i wasn't certain. people simply were hell. i think that was paranoia. there in the big city. i'm certain it fades into some of my early writing. now i take all the love i get. even from people i would rather not have to see. there ain't no use to fight it.

run away, maybe.

but sex. how does a barbarian find a woman in a polished culture. i'm not dirty or nothin'. don't make me speculate. this is not the place to talk about skin. did you know most of the body is covered in skin. the priest are bullshitting us. don't think sex. how can you not. if there was such a thing as sin, which their ain't. you can't cover bodies in naked skin, make the brain and survival demand contact with it.

skin is wicked. bitchin' and happening.

a woman wrote to me once and told me had she known how i think, she would have had sex with me. she was one of those who assumed it was her choice. it was. it was almost as pretty.

people rave on about sex like it's the only thing. it's only the only thing when you gotta have it.

today we don't so we will move onto tits. tits are made, or covered in skin.

forget it, mr. sandmann. i can't remember my assignment.

maybe it had something to do with, i am to represent non-human life and make a formal complaint regarding the conduct of humans. the rest of life has no problem with madness, even the odd dreadful mistake.

the rest of life will no longer tolerate absichlich poisoning of the rest of life.

humans will no longer be permitted to destroy any part of the rest of life. those who want to kill each other can fuck off. or get together on an island and beat

letter 01.23.03