4 days till Christmas. Yippy. Anyhow. Aaron leaves his teacher in the tub and with the doctor, finds the other doctor waking up. They leave by a tunnel, which passes under the county jail. No fixed address people find there way into the tunnel and into the little hospital. Aaron steals a bulldozer and plugs up the tunnel. Fucks the nurse. Eats a hamburger and kills the president. Krissy. Im not so sure how to rap up this novel Im trying to finish. And Wiebke, I almost said Eva, wants me to have pretty handwriting. But it is pretty. Bad. But only cause Ive written so much and eliminated unneeded motion. So it has a beauty of economy if properly examined. I also made a bird house. When I say made, I mean take rough wood from old pallets sent from Russia, plain, plain, cut, cut, glue, screw, sand, lacer and of course it was my own design. Its just like making a real house, which by the way was my college education. Design of things to live in. Did you know Germans have two words for education. Languages dont only use different words but different thoughts happen in different languages. Ich bin mude. I think Ill sleep now. Tomorrow is last work day for almost two weeks. I wonder what Peter Lunick is doing. I was wondering about Dave, alias Bubbles, today. The last time I saw him he wasnt at all a bubble. I think he married that beautiful woman who had FCK on her T-shirt all I miss is you. Peter thought she was all right too. She was not liked the day she wore the shirt. At least by the stuffy people. Anyhow, he had two huge ice creams. Dave.
I think often of my life in Canada. That I used to have. I have no great expectations. I dont care if I have a rip in my jeans. None of the things that Im told to concern myself with interest me. Im not sure if anything interest me outside of not being interested. I do like to read and sometimes write. And I wont be convinced that modern life is anything other than lies. And I often am reminded of a Chinese curse that says May you live in interesting times. Most people would think I misplaced the word saying for curse but it aint so. Likely many would respond by Huh!. Bist du yack? Its true enough though for me. I think what Ill regret the most when Im old is that I let myself get involved in trying to play the game. But, hey, well see. Im 35 and still alive. My only illusion being that I believe I havent any.
I think Aaron should die. But Wiebke wont like it and nor will most anyone else. I think Ill leave him a mess though. I dont want a happy ending. It wont be right. And I refuse. So there. Ill leave a little hope and the strength of love. That should satisfy them. The hungry public.
We havent much time, by the way, to save the world from eminent death. So have a happy Christmas.
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Look Krissy, I cant sleep. Ive something on my mind. I think its a lead weight. Or maybe a branding iron. A package of plastic roses. And the 4th of July. And the little green black bird. My interest rate is actually - I dont use that word so much anymore since I grew to dislike it, is dropping these days. it troubles Wiebke. I like making things though. I think Ill stop being depressed soon. I just decided. I can do other things.
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Sadness is what I feel today. We had our Christmas party, cake and coffee. Sometimes I like the place but it has a tremendous weight on it. and while I was listening to people having fun after the bosses short speech of doom that ended on a note of at least we get along all right even if we are different people and whatnot. Anyhow. It was a struggle to keep it up. People arent happy. At best they are content with their sadness. And when I dont have to fight it, I enjoy it as well. thats what Christmas is for me. A time to reflect on the pointlessness of our lives and how banal our lives are and well try to have a little fun at least so the young ones dont get depressed. Anyhow. I dont remember being happy for Christmas since I believed in the idea of Santa Clause but not the likeliness. And to bring this shit to an end, Im going to just stop before it gets worse.
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Last night I wanted to say something like: I dont usually care what happens to me but I try to take care of myself so we dont get ourselves in too big of a mess. I thought it was a clever thing in a schizoid kind of way but I have second thoughts now. Christmas is over here in Lubeck. It went off without too much trouble. I think my father-in-law consumes too much alcohol but what is it to me. Im from a non excessive drinking family so it may be a little shocking to see drunkenness among older people who have fish up there bums.
I think what bothers me in drinkers is there drunken sincerity that pops out after a few drinks. In fact, Im going to have to cope with it now and I wont like it. But what can one do. Violent raving wont help. I have a feeling Papa will be sleeping soon. I dont like anything. I want to be a frog. Frogs dont have to talk to people. But alas, it isnt so. I like to be with people sometimes; its just that most of the people I like are thousands of miles and even more kilometers away. So here I go to face the madness of this high strung family. Ill maintain my cool. Its the best approach. Always be mellow and thats all theyll expect from you. Lash out just once and you seriously damage it. Strike out and smash a face, rip off an arm, butter a toast on both sides and all is lost.
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I dont wanna. Dont wanna nothing. Its not really so bad here if you can handle the unendless tension. Unendless aint a good adjective for tension, is it? Relentless. Whatever. It makes me uneasy. It makes Wiebke strange. Theres a constant battle for position. I think boredom may be the cattalos for the furry of dissatisfaction. Anyhow, I havent given a thought to what to do about Aaron. I want to kill him to put him out of his misery. True heroes should die when the war is over. My pen died just then. Should die when the war is over, fades to nothing. Quite visually effective. Almost ironic. I might make it so that we dont know for sure if hes dead. Like hes sitting in an electric chair watching the clock and its one minute before the automatic switch blows up his circuits an someone is seen coming into the adjoining room where they watch through the glass and he can barely hear but it sounds like the death penalty has been abolished under the new government and there is a great commotion and a rush to get him out of his chair and theres ten seconds to midnight and the key wont open the lock on the door and its two seconds to midnight when it finally opens and there is panic in the faces.
Part of my problem now is that Id like to get Aaron to be captured in an attempt at killing the president who later dies from complications in the hospital. And the trial goes on and on and as it does a civil war is raging in the streets and no one knows what they are fighting for but theyve heard that they are at the bottom of the pyramid that has no middle and they support a heavy top with a view sitting on the wealth that the land has very little of left and Jesus is scheduled to appear at Madison Square Gardens, before the hockey game starts, to sing the National Anthem from two countries, first time in almost 9 years. And it turns out hes become a Seventh day of Penis and masturbates before the crowd and his seed makes the land fertile and mustard grows everywhere and they make gas out of it and send it to all the poorer countries and a huge meteorite burst through the atmosphere and destroys Russia in a flash and this starts a war in China which no one can see because the sun is blotted out by volcanic ash and gas and the planet is set back 3 billion years and has to evolve life again and it does but it forgets about humans all except for a guy just like Eddy and a woman like Shelly and a second woman, to make a happy 3some,finally getting back in the story after endless chapters of neglect, Karna. Well they have many children all female and Eddy must make them all have children so they can make factories and stuff so things can advance.
I told you about freezing his head and having him brought back to life as a cow, by aliens. Poetic justice or what?
Im sure Ill figure a proper ending since I never have before and it will become a very important book because one, its well written and two, its about our future and three, people will entertain themselves trying to understand the psychological make-up of the writer and how that reflects on present society and does he have a point, an alarming one, about our present unsound condition or is he simply a little confused, possibly one of these people with exaggerated intelligence that have trouble fitting in and therefore - whatever. Im sure you get the point. I may go take a piss. I can feel Wiebke worrying about me. She thinks Im sad. Just because I cant smile anymore. Well not today. But shes out with a friend. And I have to prepare to pretend to be a little happy for New Years. I cant get excited over new Years. I cant even get drunk very well. It doesnt help me. New Years seems more pointless than Christmas. At least Christmas we see the days getting longer and the nights shorter. With New year we go from calling that something outside of us we attempt to perceive, as January with a new year number. Its all superstition. Its all stuffing to keep us from being like me - And I can see the point. And the more I think about it the less I would care to deny its need. Like my need to pee. And shit and stuff. Ill stop now. Maybe Ill have something to say on another day.
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Well its still today. Im still not at all happy. I almost feel suicidal. I dont bother with suicide though because I believe death would be at least as tedious as life. Some days are fine. Adventure and discovery are what I need. I have no thoughts of the dreadful tediousness of life if Im in a canoe with waves coming over the sides. I think Im lonely. Wiebke seems a little unknown to me here and the rest of them are somewhere else. I may be a little home sick, although I dont know where home is. I cant decide if I should be real mean to Wiebke. So mean to make her hate me. Then shed send me packing. I could go live in a cardboard box in the streets of Paris or wander through the mountains of the west coast of Canada until I found uninhabited land. I could build a little hut, pick berries or dig roots or fish. Freeze to death. Maybe Ill cry myself to sleep and feel better tomorrow. Go to see the sea. Or Beethovens 9th.
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Okay, the end goes like hes let out of the dark room by his old teachers connections. Hes still there but there will soon be elections and his case may go before international court or.....
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I think Im becoming more bored, more boring and less friendly. I did finish my book though. And I liked it. Im typing out Frannys letter now. I like it too. Its got a little more fire than I have lately. Slowing down with old age I guess. I have to get a little more obsessed. A little less pissed off. Sometimes I dont like talking to realistic people. I hate being realistic. This country is too realistic. People that are realistic end up living an ordinary realistic life. I hate it. I want to become less realistic. Well, Ive nothing good to say. So till later, Krissy. Its 96 now and I dont know where you are.
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But I know that Eva doesnt see you around Toronto. She had noticed she saw Kenny but not you. Shes as kooky as she ever was. She just gets sweeter and though I cant see her, Id bet shes getting no less sexy and pretty. And I just wanted to tell you that Im leaving for work now. I take the car today. I dont usually but I want to stay later and play some tisch tennis. Do you see how banal my mind has come from working. This physical shit around me is consuming all my head. So have a lovely day you beautiful and brilliant woman.
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Hello my sweet. Just a short note to tell you its February. Flakes of happiness are languidly floating from the smiling heavens. Or to put it in simple English, as whats his name would say, at least in that book, Tom Jones, there is the suggested occurrence of precipitation in its gentlest frozen form. Very little. I heard that Chicago has 55c in the under zero factor. So Im wondering whats up in the great white north.
Did I tell you I met a Canadian? Hes one of Wiebkes teachers. And did you know there are many wooden things in our house.
Mauro and I go bow shooting once or twice a week and hes suddenly thinking out load Friday night that hes like to go kill a deer where he lives in the mountains of Italy. He says well go in winter. Take a tent and things. Go shoot us a deer. Well, Andi doesnt like the idea at all. He says its completely unnecessary and you can go to the store and buy your meat where none of it is wasted and there are few enough animals in the woods. Which of course is not true in the case of deer in places like where you live and where Mauro is from, cause the wolves are dead and the deer just over populate. And we wouldnt accept that as an argument. We had no intention of making any endangered species extinct. We had no intention of becoming hunters. The biggest animal Ive ever killed was a fish. And I ate it. And Ive eaten all the fish Ive caught with the exception of a few sun fish which I was told you cant eat. And Mauro killed a couple turkeys or something. And our point was if you are a meat eater, which most everyone on this continent is, why not understand what it is to rip a living animal out of its natural environment with a brutal death of high velocity pointed sticks, cut it up after draining its blood for a couple days and eating the meat with a few friends. Andi didnt even see the point in killing a fish when it could be done by someone else. We didnt see how the fish or bird or animal was any less dead if it was killed by someone who made a living at it. How was being removed from the initial killing making you any less answerable if you ate only bratwurst or hamburger. Your consumption of meat kills animals. Normally it kills only prison animals that are force fed or tied up so they cant move so the meat is tender or are full of hormones to help them grow. Eating flesh is brutal, and if you understand about killing and slaughtering you may take your meat eating a little more seriously. Or a little less of it. I also tried to mention that raising cows, steer, has other costs as well. Cows consume tremendous quantities of fresh water, use up loads of land, destroy any small creeks that run through their prison hand with their methane shit. And have deadly parasites now that eat your brain if the meat was from England. Just like mass, what do they call it when thousands of acres of land has just one type of crop, is also dangerous. Its over crowding of these imported animals, cows Im still referring to, that cause so much trouble. And besides then being in prison and away from their natural environment somewhere way east where the sun is hot, and they arent forced to eat dead diseased sheep. Well, whatever. I understand Andis point. Everything is specialized, he works in a bank, I work in a wood shop, Mauro makes ice cream, and someone force feeds fat chickens and stuffs garbage in pigs and generally tortures prison animals so that we dont have to waist time being lunatics and going out and willfully beating a fish to death just to eat it.
Did you hear that China wants to start a war with Taiwan. If Taiwan doesnt become China again, China is going to go slaughter them like they die in Tibet. And that could be trouble, Nastra whats his name probably said so and you could translate it out of Revelation quite easily and its pretty fuckin obvious that if a billion people want to start taking over countries than its going to be trouble convincing them not to. I think what has to be done is propaganda infiltration into China to start a civil revelation. Okay, breakfast time.
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You can pick a, no it was: In your pick-up can you pick a hick up. Or you can pick a hick up in your pick up. We could go on with a stick up and the hiccups but my eyes tell me I must seen sleep. Krissy, its March 7th of 96. I dont know where you are. Our contact has been broken. I hope it wasnt something I said. I can be pretty dumb that way. I was trying to remember a dream I had last night. For some reason, I think Mikie O was involved but Im not sure.
Ha, after a month I havent collected anything to say. its possible that as I go on in life, I may say less. I may even be silent. Im pretty sure Id be better off that way. Id offend less people. Speaking of which, no one, including you writes to me anymore. Not completely true. My Mom and Dad do. Geoff does the odd time. I got a visit from Alexis, Simi wrote for Brent. And Eva Pee is not the type to let me down. Friends usually stay friends but if you disappear, the relationships drift apart. Wiebke taught a class of kids English today. The kids loved her and the teacher didnt believe it was her first lesson ever given. Shes mostly just watching for a month. She isnt even finished for another 2 or 4 years. Thats 2 + 2 probation teaching or something. Shes very excellent and thats some of the reason I like her. Im suddenly thinking of Angie, if that was her name. She worked a while at Santa Fe. I was quite attracted to her, though she didnt believe me, or thought I was a goof. I didnt see her after that till one day I was with Heather at the Red Bull and they knew each other and so we sat together and she had become so beautiful that I almost forgot I was with a beautiful woman. Men can be so fickle. Such suckers for beautiful women. But most fancies stay in the originators mind and no harm is done. I dont know how true it is, but I think I can tell if Ill like someone pretty fast. Elisabeth. No. Angie wasnt her name. And so whatever. The thing is that Im in Germany now. If Saarbrucken counts. Did you know that it was once in the Olympics, the Saarland. It was once French as well. Now its Germany. And to tell you the fish, I dont mind Saarland. Its somehow, pretty cool. I think I miss Toronto, though I dont think Id want to live there again. Shit, Im going to get home sick if I aint careful. Im going to sleep now. Ill communicate with you later. I hope you send me a letter. Ill try to think of you often and maybe itll help. I thought of Manfred a couple times last week and he called. Im not a big believer in anything but if I wasnt so skeptical Id like to be.
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Hello. Its tomorrow morning. I was just remembering a dream from last night. I seldom think of Sam, Shelly that is. I sometimes think of Midget, John that is. But there she was with lead roll in my dream. She was looking so desirable, I kissed her than said hello and what was up. And she wasnt sure. It had been years since I last saw her. She had been married but that was over. She was fascinated with Germany and I was telling her thing and holding her, touching her and being quite obsessed with her. She didnt mind but for her, other things were more interesting. Ill skip most of it and get to the end. There was some pressure about going to play hockey but I chose Shelly. I wanted her desperately. she was pealing a couple onions in front of a stove and I had my hand under her dress to feel her strong legs. She was on a higher step. I told her we could go home and make some onion soup.
So we did. She wanted to make it and at the end of her cooking it and serving it, someone, a TV criminal or something said something about only having soft spatulas and I asked Sam (Shelly) what or huh or but and she said that she didnt know it was a Teflon pan. She had used a small stop sign and scratched the shit out of my favorite big pan that I had bought at Aldis for 14 marks or something. I had noticed that Shelly (Sam) was a little lost in space and could have not been such a bone head but I laid into it trying to explain that you dont use metal on Teflon. Had she not cooked on one before. She couldnt remember. She couldnt remember anything. Somehow that stopped everything and I was out at a neighbors trying to do something, maybe build or paint. The wife was beside me making something. She was also naked and her husband and another friend were in the farther part of the room. I handed her something she needed, it might have been a plastic spatula. She took it and thanked me and noticed I wasnt so happy. I told her what had happened about wanting Sex, not getting any and missing the hockey trip. She asked if Id like to have sex with her. I took a good look at her and told her she was beautiful, which she was, would her husband mind or join us? Whatever I wanted. Maybe she knew it was my dream. I told her I would really like to and if the offer still held, Id get back to her but I had to go. Go back. Where ever that was. So I crossed the street with two friends. One was Mauro, and he soon found a striped long sleeve T-shirt under the light post. The other fellow, I dont know, he jumped over the railing. It was 30 or 40 meters to the ground. I was sure hed brake his back. He apparently didnt and explained about the wind and meter per second and I have to go to work now Krissy, which is lucky for you. I wont go on with this bull shit. Till later.
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Welcome to Bills bingo and brothel. Todays special is toast, tits and ten dollar prizes for every bingo. I changed four tires today and the side mirror. Now, not only do we have tires with a bit more tread and a mirror that aint broke, but the new rims, new for us from the junk yard, are aluminum and except for being a bit oxidized, meaning the lacer is coming up, they look pretty sporty. And so I think Ill have a nap cause we might go see a play and then party a little after that.
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Its Sunday now and I finished sanding and finishing the hallway and it could vary well be the most beautiful hall you ever did see in someones apartment. Its a little cold out here on the balcony and Im suffering from boredom. Wiebkes over at Andis making her motorbike have almost twice as many horses. Well likely go out to eat tonight for a little entertainment. Waiting for spring. Its hard work. Ive been working at the same job for a year now. Thats a record. If you dont count summers and part time at Coke. Its a little odd for me. I have 4 thousand dollars in my savings account. Ive never had that before.
With trivialities aside, Ive nothing else to say. Even when I have something to say, its mostly just wordy nothing. I dont even believe most of what I say. Im just experimenting with ideas. Maybe Ill close this book, sit here for a bit, then eat a sandwich of something and turn on the computer and see what I feel like working on. Maybe my first book. Its bloody time it was right and finished. And published. And Im wondering if Germany will be the cause of the third world war, now that things are getting like they were before the second world war. Not likely though. Things are not really that grim. A little unemployment wont be enough. China might be enough though. They plan to take Taiwan by force. The world may have to let them. It they take a few more things by force then the world might have to worry. Taiwan is certainly worrying now. One step forward two steps back, thats how things progress these days. Its always been so. But now there are more people, more fanatics, and more weapons of very destructive caliber. And who the fuck knows what kind of chemical warfare awaits, what kind of nuclear disaster awaits and what kind of new biological horrors are flourishing in how many labs. I sometimes think of the Lords of the New Church song about the lies they tell us to keep us scared. But why not be scared when people are so gruesome. Im not sure if Antarctica will be safe in the next world war so Im not sure where to go. Theres no sense fighting against the enemy. That will be done with - well whatever. Well see. The future is uncertain and the end is always near and thats how its been for quite some time. A can of sardines or a bowl of cereal. Cereal killer.
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I think Id like to write a serious mock of the life of Jesus with an attempt at a possible truth of his life. I suppose I could read about the times, figure a few things out and tell it from his point of view as a man who wanted to be king during foreign occupation. Barabbas was the son of Christ. Im sure Ive said it before, Mark 15, 44, Pilate was surprised to hear that Jesus was already dead. Hed only been up a few hours and usually they last a week. It was a big scam. The big Scam. That could be the title of the book. Anyway. I better not talk too much about it. The story should be written, not talked about. If its talked about and written later, it always gets mutilated. Someone might ask why I would go to such lengths to discredit Christianity. Because I was raised as one. And it pissed me off when I found out it was a crock of shit. I know itll change nothing but I do it for myself. Even if it could be proven that religions were all lies, no one would want to believe it. People like little compact heads full of lies. Its more comfortable. Better than having all that space free for speculating and thinking.
by Joanne B. Washington
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