But I have another picture to paint. The woman at the Unicef booth at the Schloss fest (party at the castle), I saw it coming, wanted to push a pamphlet into my face. I didnt want it. Oh fuck it. Wiebkes home and taking over so forget it. No, shes gone to wash her hair. I blew up at her. Im so pissed off today. And of course it has nothing to do with Wiebke, is fact, I dont know what it is if it aint my period, and its the same sort of thing Mohan has and cant be with his woman for a few days. Supper short fuse day, I could call it. But the Unicef lady. I think and hope Unicef is a good organization but I dislike being forced to look at things I dont want to see. I know children loose their legs when they play in a mine field. People loose their lives everyday with stupid war toys. And I have no point. So Ill stop once more until I forget again.
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This short entry is for Sue & Jenny. Today the cook was not there and the soup he made the night before was bad and had to be destroyed and buried. So I goes, I says out load like so as to be heard by one of the bosses there, I says, I goes, Ill cook. And upon asking me what, I replied an excellent pasta. And so was it. And they want me to cook always but of course I cant cause I rather work in the woodwork shop. But it was a victory for the Canadian cooks.
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Krissy. I have no social or political statement today. I play good table tennis. At the Arbeitslosencentrum thats something. Not much but Im closer to being a real man. And the table Im refinishing is almost finished. I recommend to other people to allow a month for such a task. And also is was 30 today after one month of cold and rain almost every day. So thats something as well. And I have two jobs I will apply for and also Im working full time in July at the Centrum. So Im sort of a upstanding citizen now. Pretty good, eh? Lets see how long he can keep it up. I say I can last 2 years. Supper time.
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This is going to be another one of those pointless entries. We just came back from Roskilde. I found out my new job is gone, I wasnt surprised. And Im tired so maybe I have a nap and forget about telling you about the 100,000 humans partying in a farmers field for 4 or 5 days, cheering on 140 different bands, one of them being Led Zeppelin.
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But Ozzy wasnt there. Heres the question just before 7:00 before jumping on Wiebkes motorbike and going to work. Why do I think of Francisca so much? It is nicht normal. Im not dumb. I know shes only a short piece of my past but she pops into my mind almost every day. Its true I was madly in love with her but that was several years ago. Last night I was thinking I was going to an auto show, which is odd since its something I never do, especially on my own. I had been at the junk yard and that lead straight to the university campus and the auto show was there and free. I went into the large auditorium and down a few stairs and into a room full of chairs and people. I went around the far side by the kitchen thinking Id go out that way to find the proper room but when I got there, to the far corner, the lights dimmed just a little and the show was about to start. And there was Franny, the picture of beauty, shes almost as pretty as you Krissy, and I wanted to have her love. I dont think it was sex I needed. I just wanted her love. She didnt want to give it. And I think thats the trouble thats been following me these years. I hate it when people dont love me. Got to go Krissy. Its July 10th or something. No news but Ill be back later.
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Here we are at the Arbeitslosencentrum. Its near the end of lunch break. I had intention to elaborate on the appearance of Franny. She had a knife. A very large one and was pointing it very closely at her friends throat. I think it was play acting. I know that she knew I was watching her but she refused to let me know she recognized me. Thats it for details. I try not to think of her all the time but what can I do to keep her from appearing in my dreams? It doesnt matter, I guess. I try not to be obsessed with her because its silly. I might send her a short letter to say hello. She is a nice girl, you know.
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I got your letter Saturday. Its Sunday now. Its near the end of July. 23rd? Anyhow, just a short entry cause Ive got the computer on and waiting for some symbols. Im sick of religions. All of them. And there are so many bloody Catholics in Europe. And people dont even know what they believe, they just want an identification and to be better than someone else who has an evil religion. Its petty and ignorant and I wish humans would stop being so fuckin stupid. Thats it. Oh. Yesterday we had a little first wedding anniversary party. Pretty good, eh?
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Toby said that in his memoirs hes going to call yesterday Crayfish and Shooting Stars. We were up on the mountain by a fresh clean lake eating pasta salad and what not. And the sky was dark and had stars in it. And other things which we saw. And Toby caught crayfish and played with them then tossed them back in. And now we are back from Innsbruck and Toll, which was nicer to visit and Wiebke is washing her hair and body and it rained a little in the car. And there is a big spider in our room and its a small town and a little conservative in appearance. Austria is pretty straight and narrow. They have pretty mountains that you look at and some towns are also to look at and have something to eat and now Wiebke is freaking over the spider. It apparently is quite large. Daddy long leg, I think we call em. Thats all. Later.
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Oh. The town by Innsbruck wasnt Toll it was Hall or something. And that isnt hall like in English. The Germans. Or is it? Not important. Its a little like being in a strange movie. And the props are all set up and the extras are in position and the film is rolling but theres something missing. Like the story. We suspect there are too many psychiatric hospitals here. Im not sure if it has anything to do with the way Mountain people breed among themselves. I know in Nova Scotia theres a area where the Mountain people havent gone out looking for mates on the next hill. Most people that know about this area stay away. I think the Hapsburgs were famous for that as well. And I can draw nice ducks. I cant even think of any witty observations. Im too beat. Thats two four time. Maybe they yodel here. That would be something.
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Still nothing to report Krissy, but since I brought this book along, I thought Id at least tell you that. Its Sunday and sunny. This country is a little tedious. It makes me not sure what it is I even want to say about it. It is pretty though. And well go to Saltzburg tomorrow and Italy on Thursday and its nice to sit at a lake or a water fall so Ill go wake up Wiebke and see whats up for the days adventures.
I just fell asleep for 10 minutes to have a dream. It was a food truck. The truck was driving through a zone where there was only garbage to eat. it must have been well protected because none of the starving people made an attempt at the truck. A woman threw over a plastic bag so that maybe one of the black people could kill themselves (I dont think themselves is a word, is it?) by tying it over their head. On her knees, the knees of strong legs, was a woman. She was there searching for food as well but it was not her lot to be content with her situation. But of course the door opened and I woke up but I thought Id write it down so I remember the picture. It might come in handy for my third novel when I get back to it. So here we go to a mountain lake.
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Anyhow, I think I just heard Wiebke talking about the night we had a cookie party at my place. There were 6 or 8 people there eating my most delicious cookies and drinking coffee and playing pictionary. Suddenly, the neighbor erupted into a furry and we thought he was pulverizing his girlfriend. To be on the safe side, we called the cops. They came and talked to him then came to talk to us. Apparently, he was beating the piss out of the wall because he couldnt sleep. He was pretty upset to see the police as well. The police women said, have a good night and went away. The point. Something about it was funny that we called the cops on him cause he cant stand us chatting in the next house at 23:00 hours and if I was more zippy, I might have made this tale more interesting. Anyhow. The trouble with having a sexy wife with long blond hair is that shes always being looked at. Sometimes I dont want humans in my face. But as you see. Nothing to say. Well go up to the lake tonight and play: Eat and Chat, watch the sun go down and the stars come out. And watch the stars come out. And crayfish and things.
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Heres the problem as we continue. I want to write something and not worry about if I have anything to say. "Im being followed by a big policeman." I also feel like a criminal. Im not really doing anything so criminal but the paranoia is persistent. Like the catholic is prevalent here. And its frightening how much influence Rome has had on us. This Catholic bullshit is from there as was the Roman Empire. No one ever stops to ponder that the Jesus story is a lie. That is to say, its not true. Hes a son of a mom and dad like anyone else and is as dead as my great grammas grandfather. And the bible is no more holy than the Iliad or Catch 22. So I want you and your friends to stop encouraging the underground flow of tentative fear about this Goddam religious thing. Its pissing me off. I cant even say Jesus fuckin Christ in this town cause theyre all fanatics for God. Every mountain top has a bloody cross on it. Id like to climb every mountain and saw off one arm of each cross to make a different symbol, such as the letter F for Far Fuckin Freaky or Flaming Funning Fish. Anything but Dead bloody Christ. We have to get over this Christ shit before the French use it as a ploy to rule the western world. And Im not jesting here. They are sure the blood line of Christ is in France and they have more A-bombs than most everyone else. And when I slag France, I should say that the French people arent all dangerously Nationalistic world power mongers. Most of them do the same thing everyone else does, destroy their little part of the world. But keep an eye on their government, its going farther right everyday and they have the potential to make Hitler look like a boy scout on crack. And France isnt the only country that wants the world, Rome still does, at least those criminals in the Vatican. and it was sunny today. We might go to Italy tomorrow.
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And just one other thing. I want to be completely, oh shit, I forgot the word on the way from the kitchen. Disconnected, disassociated, indiscriminate. Shit. I lost the word. Maybe Ill wear jeans tonight if were sitting on dirt and all.
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Nonsequitar, insubordinate, rebellious, asocial, fat. Cant find it.
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In the bottom of a cracker jack box. Were in the basement. Its cooler, so thats good, but people walk over the grate over the window and my knees hurt and I dont want to write but Im very jumpy. Im hungry as well. We wont go to Saltmountain. I always want to sleep here. Fuck me.
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Unglaublich. I find it hard to believe people still want their goddam religions. The south of Germany is so fuckin Catholic. They have a debate now weather or not its good to have plastic canasidics, I dont know if theres such a word or how it might be spelled, bleeding Jesus on bloody crosses on all the school walls. Some people are mad that people should think that Germany is anything but a Catholic country. There are some that realize there are people who believe other things. And heres what I believe. No belief system is right. There is no right. The more a belief system is adhered to, defined and regulated, the more absurd and detrimental it becomes. Always people say if it helps them let them be. My ass. Let those Religaphobs jam Jesus bloody Mary down our throats and well all be drunk on idiocy. Im certain that most people will think Im wrong in my beliefs. But I hate to say it, Im right. I know how things are and thats why Im going to convince everyone to believe what I believe. I think of a story Geoff told me about his sister taking a philosophy course and the final exam was one question: Why? She wrote, Why not. Geoff says she received full marks. And how does this fit in? It doesnt. Just a little comic relief. I dont think there are answers to some of our pathetic questions. Things are, or at least we perceive them to be, the way they are. Were in amongst the things. To question that point is to spend ones days in mental turmoil. So fuck the why question and maybe rather a little more how to go about it. Why are we here? asked the young man. To drink a beer, two if you can. Theres a possible religion there. We are born, we die, we need not know why. Under our feet, the ground, above the sky. And maybe we are afraid to evolve. I am. I progress through my life reluctantly. Humans are temporary. Well die out to a mutation. It has to be. Thats how it works. The future is in mutants. I suggest mutant farms, where we can breed them faster. Get this world full of mutants who can survive in the world weve fucked up for them. I was stung on the tongue by a wasp last night just before the concert. Wiebke and I went to Luxembourg for the evening to see Willie, her brother, play in the European Union Youth Orchestra. Hes the master percussionist. Hes going to be a Hero soon. Hell make all the kids want to play timpani. Anyhow, before the concert, we were sitting on the grass eating the sandwiches supplied for the band and though I was being so careful not to, I lead a wasp on the end of my sandwich into my mouth. It was not on my sandwich when I took it from the plate and started the movement toward my face. So I was pretty surprised when a blasting sharp pain went into my head by route of my tongue. The pain was unbelievable. Willie ran with me back inside. I looked for ice, he got the band nurse. She gave me a pill, asked if I was allergic to Wasps, is so we go now to hospital. She said the European wasp are getting terribly poisonous. They are mutating into monsters is what she could have said. That one wasps bite caused me so much pain for the next few hours that I started imaging trying to kill every wasp in Europe. But its over now. Pain can usually be separated from what you are doing, such as listening to an orchestra, by pretending not to be you. Id like to elaborate but I have another problem Id like to discuss. Its the you thing. And this transporter theory they do on Star Track. Toby says a computer would made a scan of you. Copy you somewhere else and destroy the original. What if the machine fucks up? And no, youre not dead, youre twice. The first you wasnt destroyed. These two yous have the exact same everything for a history but now there may be two futures. Which one goes back to the wife of course is one question but my question is which one will be the you that perceives being you? Im not sure if I made my point clear but try to imagine if it happen to you that you were exactly doubled which you would you perceive yourself to be. Id pick the first you of course but then if that was the case, I wouldnt want to get in such a transporter. And besides the whole question is ridiculous. At least as far as I can reason. Its based to much on if. A computer cant know each atom of your body and in what path they are going. Flesh is different than computable facts. Unless the reality that I see is even more different than Im certain it is, this transporter thing is ballox. And I find the series a little trite and dont know why so many people are so fanatic over it. I should have elaborated the pain thing more. I wanted to say something about categorizing your imputs so that you can have a space for pain but also have a separate spot for pleasure. Daß geht mit wasp bites. Maybe more serious pains would over ride such possibilities. Anyhow. This is the end of the first book of this letter.
by Joanne B. Washington
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