letter 01.29.02
wow. a strong cappuccino with lotsa chocolate and brown sugar. goes good with brownies.
i'm in the u-boat. we've surfaced so everyone is out catching a look at the fading sun. there was heavy bombing. but the bad guys are gone. i was thinking something real smart but forgot it on the way here.
one question was. a different one was. if it was a law to believe in one of the top 10 religions or get shot after hanging 3 weeks from your toes. naked in a public forum. in the sun. then i would. probably they'd still have buddhaism. maybe johnrahity or wombatism. but by then the law would be changed to beaten instead of shot.
of course it's hard to say. with a bullet in the head.
my eyes are burnt.
i may be forced to eat too much chocolate and smoke dry green buds. it gets cold nights now. chickens play a big part in many cultures. most of them not their own. as long as none of it applies to anything, you could say it. is a woman.
_peace duck stop_
i have no fuckin' idea what mescaline looks like. but if it fucks you up, it must be okay.
truth is. it doesn't matter what. you do. as long as it's the right thing.
stopping now is mine.
_peace duck stop_
back in my home studio. the rest of your letter i do in thc colours.
_peace duck stop_
if my kids wanna smoke drugs, they should open a fuckin' window or go out on the deck. or patio. or lake.
i don't have any. so i'll have to smoke with other people's kids or alone. with my pen. and my interpretation of the strange goings on what we call dayly events. everyone is buff. either they haven't a fuckin' clue. or the clue they got makes them all fucky.
i've seen it. it can't be explained. partly because words are designed to avoid it. partly 'cause some fucker will pack it in a bunch of lies and fuck up the lives of billions of human creatures.
you see.
so we'll stay vague, greg, and if you know who you are, you're a lucky man. it makes it much easier to not take one's self serious.
just joking.
anywhore. hope you're treating your life right.
peace john rah
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