This is a bloody letter and it is a letter written to Franny and Franny never got the letter and Franny starts with the letter F where as Francisca as well the letter F.

Letter to Francisca:
wombat_part - third book of a letter to Francisca.
Living to find the right letter to write.
Finding one to love.
wombat_part_03

So today at 9:45 the second man comes after Wiebke had burnt the ass of the secretary on the phone. She told her she wasn’t happy and wouldn’t pay the second call. She explained to him in detail about the machine not functioning properly after half a cycle. He wanted to see, so he started half way through the cycle. And of course it was fine. He told her he would have to do the hole cycle to see what we meant. I didn’t like that idea, nor did Wiebke. If the guy had no idea what the problem was, he was not going to learn by watching the water pump in then sit there, then have it pump out. He figured there was one of 3 things wrong. The part would be 350 marks, 500 marks or 600 marks plus labor. Wait a minute. How many time do you by this AEG thing? Wiebke’s mother had it 9 years after buying it new. She had it repaired several times. The last time cost 400 marks and would have been 800 had she called an AEG repair man. As my dad would say, ‘there’s no sense chasing bad (lost) money with good money. Good money is what you still have. So we told the guy to forget it. Of course, the phone woman could not get him the message that we were not to pay, so he was a little concerned when Wiebke told him she would not pay again for someone doing nothing. She was pissed at herself for paying the first time. After he left, we set in on the discussion about when is thievery legal. I have been a thief. I used my AMEX card and did not have the money to pay them back. That is illegal. What is legal is AMEX can take 4 or 5 percent from the establishment that uses their service and AMEX can charge me 5 times the going interest rate and call it late charge. I know that gives me no right to use their money and not give it back but they offered me the card, it was in my letter box over and over that I need an AMEX card. It was shown in the movie theaters whenever I went to pay for a movie. They sold me the card for 50 dollars and told me to have fun. I had no job at the time and seldom during the years I had the card. Why is everyone told they have to have one? You can’t rent a car without a card. You can’t do many things in North America without a card. It’s different here in Germany, and since it was going to be hard for me to pay the thousand I owed them, I thought, fuck it, I need a few things to start my life in Germany. AMEX can help me out. Well, let me tell you, they aren’t so happy. Too many bastards like me now. You run out of money and you have a card, what do you do? If you are cold and you have no wood, you dig up the wooden road and burn it. It happens over and over. Take the stones from the castle to build small homes. What the fuck do you think? What’s the good of all the wealth going to the top? Don’t give me this trickle down affect shit. The ones on the bottom see none of the trickling. They see an artificial world sold to them that they can’t afford and they want to grab some. ‘The power that be’ better understand this. One day, the poor, from their own country and maybe others, are going to be so desperate that they will not care a festering dead rats ass what the consequences are, they’ll revolt. It will happen as sure as it has always happened. Desperation leads to most reckless action. The world may be in big trouble if the right wing Despot who blew up the Moscow parliaments a few months ago gets anymore command of the hungry people. He might mean war. He’s demanding reunification as far as I can tell, and I could be wrong, of USSR. He will likely want East Germany Back. That would not be acceptable, I’m sure. East Germans are Germans and now that they have satellite TV and telephones they won’t want to go back. But I stray as usual from my topic, which I seldom have. The topic of when is thievery legal. When you are a monopoly of course. Phone companies are bald face thieves and most of us joke of it but can’t or won’t do anything. Nobody says you have to have a phone. But try living in western life without one. And of course tax but let me first speak of AEG repair men. And I don’t mean to single them out, they are a norm not an exception. The machines, of course, are the first problem. The technology, instead of getting more and more simple like I believe it should, gets so complicated with each new button they add to each years model, that the machine doesn’t know if its a washing machine or a computer with a shitty job. So it gets moody and won’t wash a few times. The repair men haven’t a clue what to do so they put on new parts, charge outrageous fees and outrageous labor charges and there you sit and wait for the next part to go wrong so the company repairman can come change another part. You buy the machine over and over. No one knows anything better. This is thievery, but it is perfectly legal. No law says you have to by a washing machine. No law says if you buy one and it stops working that you need get it fixed. But somehow we don’t see ourselves going back to the washboard (although I’m thinking of it). In Germany it’s 5 marks to do a load of laundry at the time devouring laundry mat. It’s extra to dry, 3 marks might do it. But even if you bring them home to dry them, it cost at least 500 marks a year for a couple to stay clean. At least. So you think it’s worth it to have a machine. Maybe it is for some other companies machines. My mom has had one for 20 years and I don’t think she’s put any money into it except for loose change my dad leaves in his pants.

And of course it’s no bloody accident these machines break down. The auto industry designs cars to fall apart 3 days after the warranty expires. There’s no reason for it but to take more money from the consuming slaves. And when you get things repaired by the same company that made the original convenience contraption, it cost 2 times that of the no name version. And I’m getting hungry. I better put some water to boil on the oil stove we have for heating. And let me mention before I go on, no I won’t bother, it’s too unrelated. I’ll rave on tax a little.

Okay, the water I took from the kettle and is one minute from a boil. I like that. Hot water always ready at no extra cost. Energy is not cheep in Deutschland. Now tax.

I am a firm believer in the necessity of tax. Ha. Did you expect that? It’s true. It is necessary if you want the things we are accustom to. Not arguable. My only problem is high income tax. Not a problem for me, since I don’t have and never had an income taxable. Last year I had to pay 600 dollars, I think. I don’t like that. Not justifiable. Tax should be on goods. If you eat at a fast food slop hole sure, you pay tax. If you buy a car, pay tax. By a big car; pay more tax. By gas; pay tax. No argument there. Tax on booze and cigarettes is too low as it is on gas. The tax doesn’t cover heath cost which is handled by the government. Shit. I’m loosing to my stomach and I don’t care to go on this rave. Just let me say, I want to pay tax but not on my income. It doesn’t relate. Don’t tell me the government needs the money when the government throws money away on the same sort of bullshit that bankrupt Spain when the royal bastards had parties with the peoples money. That nonsense is punishable. I don’t want Kim buying billion dollar helicopters to look for Russians. That’s bullshit. That’s fear of the US market, not Russians. Buy this, we’ll be your friends, don’t, we take over. Do your own research on that. Start with the scrapping of the Arrow fighter plain. Although I’m not disappointed that it was scrapped. Canada doesn’t need to be known for it’s weapons of war even if it’s the biggest business in the world. But now I make food. Tell the bastards to stop buying shares in the company clear cutting the west and tell them to stop wasting cash. We need trees not war toys. Jesus Christ, that’s so fuckin’ unbelievably dumb. I can’t see how anyone, any government can be so corrupted and greedy and paranoid that they miss the point. No trees, no life. Hello, Assholes!

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Here I am again. Not 2 hours later. Where be I now? At a fitness club waiting for miss lovely. It smells still from the flood. It’s in the basement where I am. I had a thought I was going to expound for your enlightenment. But the most annoying music doesn’t help. But my complaining about does. It’s the thieving thing, but I fear I care not to develop it in such a way to make my point clear. I may rather just watch ink marks stain these pages. Barous is driving them hard. Wiebke is all red in the head. I’m hungry. Should I start a rave? Should I make this a book and title it ‘Raving at Franny’? I think it has possibilities. It would sell if I was a famous writer. If I’m stuck for something to publish after a best seller, I’ll convince someone there is sellability - nice word - in a book like this. People will find fine entertainment for those moments, such as shitting time, from the random raving of a troubled philistine. And the rave I’ve avoided this time had something to do with complaining. Oh, no shit, what else? Thievery. Maybe Jim Morrison said it fine when singing, ‘Your time for a hand full of dimes.’ When you get to the bottom of the pit of distraction you are left to discover that it has taken your life to get to the bottom of a pile of distracting shit. There you are at the end never having had discovered how to be other than to follow and chase blindly after something you are told you want but lacks even identity. Oh, it’s 8:30 so they are cooling off now and soon will bring their smelly bodies out her with the smelly - Slade is on a pretty commercial. They know more of Slade over here. I like Slade. Their pretty songs especially. Funny, when I have nothing to say, I can also say that which suddenly becomes something. And maybe that’s enough motion to get me onto a new rant. But not this time. Later.

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There seems to be a frenzy of writing in this book the last few days. It’s only tomorrow from yesterday when I last wrote in here. Nothing is certain. That’s for sure. Welcome to Jamaica mon. Have a good day. I should cut my toenails. We have a coach now. It was at Wiebke’s friends, Andi. He can’t have it now. Wiebke wanted it back. Also once we have a fridge, which we can live without until it’s warm out, and a desk for me, than mostly all will be in order. Then we can start. Start what? Start remembering to learn German. Get to drawing, painting and writing. Wiebke is very sexy. And that means, since she’s in this room being most distracting with her legs and all, I can’t focus on my dribble. So let me just say it’s Saturday and I don’t think it rained all day. Holly cow, Batman. I want Robin in the dumb Batman movies. Where is he? Franny, I want to know more history. This Empire of Consumerism, how long will it last? It’s not forever, not if history is true. It’s maybe even time for another Godzilla. What about this idea that there is more genetic differences in the 800 gorillas of the mountain, where ever that is, than there is in all of mankind. 5.5 billion people so closely related. Some say all to that woman in Africa. Why was there some great disaster that left the human race all but one wiped out? Was she pregnant? It takes time for genetic differences from natural mutation. We are week because of our similarity. We should have outgrown some of the defects by now. Well what about it? What happens next? It’s coming. Something is. This right now thing is almost over. It has to be. I owe AMEX too much. I depend on the economic collapse of the foundations mega-institutions. I don’t want mega-money powers. It’s not good. Well, later.

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Tomorrow again. Wiebke thinks I’m wasting time writing nonsense in this book when I could be working on my children’s book. I should give the book one more try. It’s frustrating working on something to make it acceptable for publication when it’s next to impossible to get something published. And tonight she is working. Usually I would go and get her at 01:00 but she has her bike and we live twice as far away as we did last week. My back is causing me great pain. I twisted while mopping the entrance way. I’m supposed to get up for school tomorrow but if my back is as it is, I won’t be able to sit through class. I’ve thought of a few things for my first novel that I would like to do to it. I’m accually getting tired of doing things to it. I would like to be working on my third novel. I would most enjoy a small income from a publication of something, so that I could fancy myself a writer and spend several hours a day at work in my office, the living-room. Well now that I see this pain is so distracting, I will not attempt to bubble about any dribble tonight. You have a good sleep too and I’ll talk at you soon.

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Now then. it is Sunday Abend, almost 3. Wiebke is practicing her Kata. She worked tonight at a smoke house. I’m still unemployed. Nicht so gut. I had so much to say the other day but I never got to put it down. I would very much like to work on my books now. I’m going to have to schedule certain activities for each day and make it my job to do them. It’s so dumb to waist so much time. Wiebke’s parents are coming on Wednesday for a night. They bring us more things. How are you getting on? Wiebke gets flowers every time she works. There’s also a man who wants to take her out for supper and on a holiday. She repeatedly mentions she has a boyfriend but that doesn’t seem to faze him. Men can be a little unrealistic at times. I know I am. A man or unrealistic. One or two of those, I guess. I’ll just mention that it’s 24th of January. Germans, some, worry too much abut things, such as their cars. People in general in western civilization tend to put far too much importance on their things. That’s a definite madness. There’s no reason to worship a tin can of death and pollution on wheels. Not unless you have been properly brainwashed by the media. And guess what! We are. Even beings well aware of the horrible sickness of our culture; I still see some cars and think they are quite nice. I’m sure if I was well off financially, I’d buy one of those horrible things. Convenient. Makes life so convenient that you need not participate in it. There is likely no chance that we’ll ever remember the Earth soon. We’ll be so bloody detached. ‘What’s that there Granddada?’ ‘My boy, that is a blade of grass; they used to grow in large fields.’ ‘What’s a field?’ ‘It’s like a parking lot without cars or asphalt.’ ‘What did they do there?’ ‘You could walk on it or have your lunch on a blanket.’ ‘ - Gooh - ‘ I mean, good night. Till later. And Franny, have a good day.

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What bit of trivia should we begin today’s short entry? My mom wrote me a letter and said that Grampy’s memoirs will soon be sent to his grandchildren. He’s dead now so - so I don’t know, but also mom traced her maiden name back to a German country, I guess near Hanover from what Wiebke knows where his name was not as my mother’s was because the English could not spell or pronounce it. I’m not sure if any of it matters but if it makes you look at history it will have some benefit. I spoke on the phone to Edmundo today and did not use one English word. I must do that more often. I must stop talking English. He also speaks Spanish and Russian and English. I would like to learn Spanish. If I can make some money, I will. You wait and see. I want a desk to have - later.

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Since last writing to my fantasy friend Franny, Wiebke and I had the pleasure of Tauqir’s company for a couple weeks. I was very sad when he left and reminded me of my extreme distance from my former friends. I shall have to write many letters to encourage my friends not to forget me but to rather make plans to come visit.
In the mean time, I will have to make money. How hard is counterfeiting? Did you know there are many counterfeit bills in America? I think so. I guess the biggest thing is to launder them without dealing with criminals. Or just make a few thousand at a time. Or maybe 6. Well Franny, nothing to add now but to say tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. See ya.

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Now ‘tis 23.02.94. My big rebellious idea was to use a black pen now in this book rather than the green one I have used all along. But it was too reckless. I must do this. I must do that; but day by day, quite without me noticing, time keeps sliding from me. I want to have my mid-life crises now in case I forget later. Do I have any points today? I was thinking of my novel #3 and also what to do about it. Obsessed Franny. My biggest trouble is lack of obsession. The trouble comes from not seeing the worth in any of it. So what if I finally become a great novelist? What will it mean. Ultimately it means nothing. That of course is the pessimistic, nihilistic view and I can’t seem to break from that. So I best slap myself. What needs to be done is direct my Angst that builds up as I try to cope with Germany, toward the Castle city and let the genius of insanity manipulate it into a masterpiece of - later.

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Well, it’s been some time since I picked up this book. Just want to say hello, tell you all is well. It’s now the middle of April, one month before my birthday. Soon to be 34. That’s so much. I wanted to scratch out an idea for a story. The story is that other planets in outer solar systems, fear the intellectual development of mankind. They haven’t the technology to destroy us with weapons but they can send agents telepathically to steel the consciousness of humans. These particular people try to stall process. One such character was the unsuspecting Jesus Christ. Though he thought he was giving hope, he actually succeeded in stalling the progress on the intellect with the subsequent belief that there was no need to know anything, just have faith. We can give farther example with Hitler who thought - I’m not so sure what - but ended up setting this - he made a mess. And then farther on to American dogmatism and public media made to stifle the brain and make the masses TV followers. With of course options on the ending. 1. no ending, so a continuous no progressing. 2. Someone gets wise to it and finds a way to fight the outside influence, thus giving a new start. 3. Blow up the Earth. 4. A torrid sex scene that ends in . . . 5. A complete take over. 6. Bla Bla Bla. Till later Franny. Steve.

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Wo ist meine Sonnebrille? Franny it’s June 15, 94. 6 weeks till Wiebke and I get married. I thought I had a bunch to say today. I finished my re-re-re-rewrite of my second book. I think I’ll do my first one now. I have to put it on computer yet. Did I tell you I go running 3 times a week? I do a few push ups as wee to keep looking like I’m still in my 20’s. Wiebke worries that I might think I’m writing to you when I do this and how come maybe I still love you. But I tell her not to fret. It’s just easier to write to someone if you haven’t got a story but feel like writing anyway. Wiebke’s going to Cadiz for 6 months, 3 months, no 2 months after we’re married.

Well, Francisca, when there’s nothing to say, it’s time to write a poem.

This is a poem full of meaning
answers on every line.
Maybe you have a religion;
let me tell you mine.
I believe in Jesus Christ,
America and the buck.
What it is you believe,
I don’t give a fuck.
I believe in killing people;
I want to be a cop.
If I sell loads of crack,
I’ll make it to the top.
I believe in world peace,
abortion and the pope.
I think all the bad guys
should be hanging on a rope.
Cars, women, TV and beer,
I say I love them all.
If you feel lonely on Friday
why not give me a call.
You see, I’m all full of shit
and haven’t got a clue.
But what the fuck, anyway,
what am I to do?

Again I ask the question: does a person have any more than one idea? Most people could sum up everything important they want to say in about one or two words.

What if, one day, I had a publishing house ask me if I could hurry up and give them something and I gave them this, and because my other three books were so successful, everyone bought this one and didn’t notice it wasn’t going anywhere until they got to this point and realized what had happened.

Dear Steve:

Good to hear from you. Thanks for the fish.

Love Franny.

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by Joanne B. Washington

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