letter 01.25.02

someone might come soon.

with inside information.

_bunny stop_

avoid all one true gods. for should one ever be, it will be the end of all. my love. come lay beside me in the cold winter's night.

i may have nothing to say. other than i think naked, we'd fit nicely together. everything goes in cycles. and. people do much more talking about things than they do doing things. writing may fall into that cat a gory. or it may not. at least no one gotta hear it.

of course. if the information is relevant, forget true because it is relative, than you get what we got here. a failure to communicate.

fuck me.

_peace duck stop_

and forget paranoia. it's one of the enemie's weapons.

how do we come to a conclusion. how do i decide on what decision.

i don't think i fit into my own stereotype. i'm not even certain what it is. i find it odd thinking what other people conclude in their heads. it doesn't matter one way or the other. maybe something else. thing is, i really like to sing and i almost forgot to do it. which makes me wonder if i should learn french. without an explanation, there may seem to be no connection. everything is connected.

except your ass and my face.

i'd stop and smoke a joint but there ain't no smokables.

so karnah, i'll not think of something clever to say. some fiction is real. some becomes real. sometimes once real becomes fiction. and the world spins around, and if it could, it would laugh at us. it doesn't. it doesn't mock us either. it puts us here and leaves it wide open.

assholes try to close it up with false interpretation propigated with fear and violence. they should be shot. but it only adds to their programm of ignorance.

can you understand from what i'm saying, one, who you are, two, that i'd love to partake in the festival of your being. three, fish.

i like it hear in heaven. sometimes it's brutally hellish. for some more than others. and what not.

angels never had wings here. when you see that this is true, you'll see them. looking at you. they can see you because you can see them.

my love.


john rah