letter 01.34.01
might wonder if there is a less hostile environment for carbon based life forms anywhere in the next few hundred light years. it's not highly likely. this point should not be forgotten.
talk about caught with our pants down.
i can't resist thinking of your breasts. just once.
_peace duck stop_
unless it's a bad perm, no matter what happens, we have to get over it.
_peace duck stop_
some times i go work a day so my pockets don't get too empty. today i had a nap. fell asleep and woke up with no time to focus. and it was busy in the kitchen. and now i'm in pain. it was fun though. i need some new parts. is science that far yet.
_fish stop_
as my mom might say, i feel like i've been dragged through the mill. mills used to have water wheels. there are a few still around. relics. i feel like the mill. obsolete. wheels still turning with the flow. but the grain has been eaten by the rats. even the spiders have gone outside to trap flies. the moon lite shines through the windows. the glass broken by kids.
piss stains on the walls. beer cans, cigarette butts and used condoms litter the floor. the bones of three teenagers who over dosed on bad heroin they had bought from a fake jahovah witness. carrying 12 watch towers.
the police shot him.
for something else.
_peace duck stop_
i'm not depressed. it's a numb sadness. i like my cell. i enjoy my solitude. like enjoying a summer job that fucks your back. 'sept the money ain't as good. music and words are my religion. there is no god. no ultimate truth, a little strained meaning. purpose. purpose lends an element of salvation. even on days where faith fails.
it's how ever you see it. sometimes heaven, sometimes hell.
i saw my grandfathers before they died. i went to say good-bye. i was planning to leave. follow love. and with my woman, my grandfather and i walked around the hospital. he knew he would die soon. it was time to go.
the older you get, the higher the likely hood that there ain't much time left.
even if we get 30 more years than the rest of our ancestors.
_peace duck stop_
i ain't complaining. i like feeling well whipped. it's part of the kick i get from running. just a little less pain would be good.
i got some good hugs today.
_peace duck stop_
letter 01.34.03
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