letter 01.33.02

one of my favorite singer song writers is me. i know what i went through to get to the me that. well whatever. thing is, i'm gonna smoke a joint.

_peace duck stop_

so jeff, what now.

it's a big space, the brain. it can hold and work on many things. make ideas, come up with stories.

zum beispiel:

once upon a rabbit's back was his friend the wolf. "slow the fuck down."

ende beispiel.

everything seems to take forever. especially the getting started. so i sort of don't care no more. not that i've given up. more i don't care anymore if i do it right. my dad suggested once, a long time ago, that it could be that i do something other than write. stay a carpenter or architectural technologist.

i'll come back later with an idea.

_peace duck stop_

those brownies are fuckin' dangerous. taste bud terrorism. one bite is next to impossible. the end of the flavor has to be suspended with one more bite. what.

_peace duck stop_

i enjoy my local fame. it is moderate. people like me. it makes leaving the house easy. real fame, like bill gates or bushit. it's a prison. for someone who has spent some of almost every day on public streets, it would be shitty. so being a famous writer seems scary. finger pointing. gun shooting. lynching. excommunication. fornication.

_peace duck stop_

i don't know if i really would have learned to believe in myself had so many people like you not taken time to see whatever it was and actually say something. so thanks.

_peace duck stop_

let's finish off with americana. everything is backwards. how many are screaming that. and even more fucked up. for how long.

next song. simila topic. pay the man.

last sunday, it was sunny and warm. the market was packed with people sitting drinking milk coffee or eating an ice-cream. fairly surreal. to top it off. a drunk punk with his bottle of establishment beer was yelling, head down avoiding contact. what the fuck are you doing. he was explaining about consumerism. not so unlike i do. no one listened to him. his credibility lacked. even if he was a learned man.

that's why i think saul became paul. he knew he could fuck 'em up more from inside. which he did. nobody noticed. no one reads. especially between the lines, as they say.

so jeff. whatever. i'll keep jabbing at it.

hope you tell your kids about me. i will mine you. if i have some.

love john rah