Letter to Krissy:
full of raves, rants, poetry, chants,
discourse, stories, sound and furry, signifying nothing.
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We’re going to Holland tomorrow. Ya wanna come. We’ve room for two. It’s a Friday to Monday thing on account I don’t work Friday, Wiebke has no school and Monday is another holiday. Michael wants me to go to Berlin with him one week. He’s from there. He’s going tomorrow on account his sister needs him. His 47 year old uncle is on his death bed. He drank himself there. Addicts. The western world. Maybe the east as well. Most of our addictions are encourage by the nice media: tobacco, alcohol, coffee, sugar, tea, pain killers and the other ones on the black market and supported by Government agents like the CIA and there cocaine. And most people think policemen are nice. But that’s not the topic. The topic, should we need one, will be addiction. If the topic is addiction we also must look at commercial television and radio. Maybe we have to look in the shopping malls as well. I don’t think I want to explain why these are addictions, a little observation will show it. Five or eight hours of television a day is as detrimental to you consciousness as most any drug and more than most. And so what’s to be done or should anything be done? Oh, I forgot computers. They can be consuming as well. Depending on where we want our society or the world to go - I can’t get around the sentence. Let me start again. People don’t want to be conscious. Shit, I forgot religion and sports. And my question is: how come? How come we want to stuff ourselves with entertainment? Most people jam there lives full of distractions. Taking away the drugs and entertainment isn’t a solution. The what isn’t the sickness, it’s the wanting the what. And wouldn’t you know it, I haven’t an answer. A little more hope and direction to the future and appreciation for the present might help. This would-wide giving up condition that demands only distraction in various drugs and entertainment is the end of our race. There will be no need to evolve. Possibly, we have started to devolve. From the universe’s point of view, maybe it’s not so tragic to lose a potentially intelligent race, but in this corner we may be alone. There’s no one to prove anything to but the whole universe is out there and we’re staring at the TV. That’s an illness. We’ve been beaten by ourselves. Just thought I’d point that out. Why bother; well, we’re here and we can, it’s silly not to.

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It’s the North Sea out there over the dunes, behind the dikes. Not the homosexual females, the hills to keep the ocean out of Nederland. The sun is going away for the day. Pretty soon we’ll crawl in our little Eureka Hobbit tent and have a cozy sleep on the soft sand. Tomorrow we’ll see what there is to see in Amsterdam then come back for another night here. The ocean air, it’s the Atlantic (no, it’s the North Sea), is so refreshing. I’d rather live by an ocean, especially in Summer time. It’s healthier. Maybe we’ll move to Vancouver after we’ve had enough of Europe. I hope Brian doesn’t stay in Brantford. I guess we’ll go to bed now on account we’re both beat. I’d like to have a little ditty to blab but I can’t think of anything. I could tell you the coast is pretty. But I don’t know if I’d chose to live here. Well, that’s it.

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Jesus Joseph Marie was that a load night. Till three in the morning, there were several stereos blaring. One next to us and another almost next to us. And one was shit techno. Even good techno is annoying for me. And when there is two kinds of music blasting at equal volume, it is no fun at all. Someone, a father, asked if he could possibly get some sleep and some cool German boy told him to go home if he wanted to sleep. The Nederlanders already have a bad opinion of the Germans because of invasions and genocide. The wars are over but the German invasions aren’t. This park is more than half Germans. The Nederlanders in that area got mad and went home. Wiebke and I made them find us a quieter place in the ‘with electricity’ area. There’s a few voices but no loud music.

We went to Amsterdam for the day and Harlem for the evening. Amsterdam was interesting. Water ways, old architecture. Coffee shops of course where you can buy small quantities of pot and smoke it in there cafe. And the red light street with not so perfectly beautiful women sitting half naked in the windows. More bikes than cars. Harlem was beautiful. Still is. Seven or eight hundred year old buildings. And I thought I was going to have something to say about the unfriendliness of drunks making so much noise that no one can sleep. But it’s pointless. It’s part of the cool religion to be loud, stoned and drunk and piss on anyone who isn’t in you denomination. Tomorrow we leave the coast for a smaller town that has a zoo. And that’s about it. I haven’t the story telling of David MacFadden to make the little events entertaining. Later Krissy.

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I’m angry, hostile, aggressive, depressed, manic and prone to outrageous violence today. And I have no idea why unless it’s a combination of being tired and frustrated. It’s taken me so long to not even have my two novels finished and there’s no hours in the days anymore and I’m falling apart with old age. I’m sick of fun and I don’t like people. Everyone seems stupid. And if you want to worry about something, China is about to have a huge disaster that will get the Armageddon assholes jumping up and down saying ‘See! It say’s in the bible. Repent and give your money to the church. And since the world’s almost over, bend over.’ I better shut my eyes for a minute.

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If there weren’t aliens, it would be necessary to create them. At least as far as I can tell from the traumatic nature of the planet’s overlords, the mad destroyers. Us. Our most undesired condition is inert. It is well within our ability to have a standard of living for the entire planet that more than suits our basic needs. This won’t happen. It’s not how we evolved. We need stress, strife and oppression. I want to site the old testament of the Christian bible now with no intention to make it fit the theme of ‘creating aliens’ which of course we’ve been ignoring so far. There are many history books, I’m sure all basically extremely bias toward ‘the good guys’, but we refer to the days after the Israelites escaped from slavery in Egypt. They were down as low as you could get, building bricks and whatnot for the powerful Egyptians. What do you do when your team is down and you’re falling too far behind? Improve the team spirit. Believe strongly enough that you are better than the other team, and since in this case, who’s to say who’s better when it’s difficult to see the difference between one bunch of mislead boneheads and another bunch of mislead boneheads. You see where I’m going with this, I’m trying to show that Moses got his team excited and changed the game. After winning the battle for freedom, they went on a road trip. It was a long one. Forty years in the desert with occasional dissension among the ranks, a little idolatry and sinfulness. That’s to be expected if you can’t get you Dog, I mean God, to strike a few bad people dead. The team, which divided itself into 12 tribes, managed to keep there team spirit. Whenever they felt like wiping out a race, they said it was because they didn’t believe in their god so they deserved to die. God’s chosen ones were good at genocide. Things have quieted down a little, they don’t murder as many children, and they’ve even had a setback in the forties, but they are still a strong team, and few are more proud than the chosen people of the Lord, that guy that Moses created to give his team spirit when they were down.

For people emerging out of the idiocy of the God gimmick, there is a hole. TV, drugs and jobs don’t always keep it filled. And I think it’s going to get worse. Humans are frantic, always have been, always will be and they have to beat something. My idea is that since the Earth can’t support us the way we are going, we must create aliens, like Moses created a God, we have to have a world focus to protect our position. We’ll develop space travel and go out there and track down our enemy. Perhaps it takes us a million and two years to find where they are hiding, but when we locate that planet with very suspiciously looking air-breathing fish, we can annihilate them. And then we can go to another star system and kill something else that isn’t the same as us. And together we can wipe out all the evil of the universe. And I’m serious here. If we aren’t prepared for the alien meeting, they’ll do the genocide procedure on us. They’ll know that we are too dangerous to let loose in the universe. So if we want to survive, we have to develop quickly before they stop us. So here’s the plan. All war money goes into a world space program, we do it now and do it balls out. And no religion is required. It’s us against them. Here’s another theory I leave for you to develop: The aliens are already here. They keep us doing stupid things so we won’t evolve into intelligent beings and take over the universe.

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Ya, well, there’s the world out there. The news, which I admit I’m relatively ignorant about, has not many happy things to say. I must say though, I agree with Bill Clinton about the Auto tax if the Japanese won’t let American cars in their country. That’s understandable. In fact, if there weren’t so many working again Bill, I think he could do the country good. The problem with Democracy, even though it’s better than most other programs, is that the majority of any people are relatively ignorant. They don’t know what is good for them and let the adds tell them what they want. I heard an American President candidate say Germany wouldn’t have been taken over by Nazis if everyone in Germany had a gun. Cowboys for president. And idiots. Ant the weather is a little shitty especially for farmers. Grapes and stuff. And Halifax, my home town till I was seven, is in the news with Mr. Kohl on a boat. And the wars go on. People aren’t exactly sure what’s the concern but they keep killing their neighbors. It won’t stop Krissy. And look out for China. If that’s not a loaded A bomb then, well, besser its das. So for now, with nothing really to say, I’ll go back to my second novel. Wiebke thinks I should finish at least one book. I finished it. I just have to polish it once more, just a little and get it printed. No one can, or wants to, read my written hand. So my dear Friend, till later.

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It doesn’t look as though Bob Dylan is coming to Roskilde Festival, which is a drag ‘cause I’d psyche myself up for it, but Page and Plant are coming. I know why John Bohnom isn’t with them but I don’t know what’s up with Jones. Over 140 bands are coming. And the weather has been not pleasant for a month. What I intended to say is that I still find it odd that people would think of me as from somewhere else. I’m Canadian, people that come from other places are the real Auslanders. That being clear, I guess I’ll write a Birthday letter to Brian now that his Birthday is too near for a greeting to be anything by late. By rights, I should wait another 5 months so that I get to have the dollar longer. We send the same one back and forth as a token of our generosity. Shit allergies are pissing me off today. So I don’t feel like being witty, only ugly and mean. I will tell you though that I met Mohan on the way home from the market. I left Wiebke down there with Nevin ‘cause I had to come home for a nap. He was sitting in the Junkie park. I was the second acquaintance form the Arbeitslosencentrum to stop for a chat. He has an apartment that he seldom sees because he has a girlfriend, but he’s taking a few days off from her. I also chatted with him outside his apartment because it was on my way home. And the two young women I had met at the party stopped and went in to the same apartment. Not so amazing, but it’s funny how you meet people from somewhere and they are just over there, or the next street or live with or near someone you know. In fact, it’s not at all unusual and I shouldn’t have tried to make a subject out of it. I should rather write a little to Brian and maybe do a little typing. So Krissy, say hello to Franny. And I’ll be back next page.



by Joanne B. Washington

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