Letter to Krissy:
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Hat sitting. That’s what they call what we saw last night. A custom in Germany, more in the south, if I’m not mistaken, where the town’s people get together to be entertained by silly things. German culture, so to say. The other end of the spectrum from Beethoven and Nietzsche. Quite ridiculous but they have fun. And the girls danced, the young women danced, the men’s ballet danced. And beer and sekt and wine were consumed. I don’t want to go into detail. I’m too tired and need a nap. I’ll just mention that it vaguely reminded me of the Oktoberfest that Frank, Darrell, Brent and I attended one September evening somewhere in a small town in cottage country. It was also pretty silly.

_bunnie stop_

Ich kann nicht mehr
Das Leben ist zu schwer
Ich kann nicht mehr
I just want to disappear

Did you know that I didn’t know that Rage against the Machine was pretty until I saw them in Roskilde? They’re a bit on the anti side. The creative kind of anarchy. Yet within the confines of a system. There is no true anarchy. These anarchist who collect welfare and bum change from working people and drink factory brewed beer with tax included and smoke taxed filter tip cigarettes from massive companies that help deforest the planet, are a bunch of pathetic and somewhat ignorant charlatans. "Fuck you. I won’t do what you told me.”

And another thing is, I was never too sure if America was very well, but now I’m sure they’ve got some trouble. They are definitely ignorant of an outside world. Not that I like to generalize. Ain’t that the whole nation is dumb. But they are generally extreme. Scientology is not permitted to call themselves a church in Germany. They can call themselves what they want but they still have to pay taxes on the money they con out of fucking idiots that fall for their manipulative mind destruction. Anyhow, they aren’t happy about it. They don’t want to have to charge someone 750 marks the hour for brainwashing confusion and turn around and give some to the government that they would like to undermine. So they can win and rule in their nice totalitarian dictatorship and build a spaceship to fly back to somewhere light years away. But as we see from other cults like the Christ freaks or Islam freaks, don’t matter how wacky a belief system is, people are as dumb as shit and can be told to do whatever you burn into their pathetic heads. In fact, people have always believed shit, killed (and much worse) for whatever it was they thought was a good reason, or someone said to, and people will continue to be dumb as shit, ‘cause we are simply a pathetic life form that has mutated into a cancerous tumour that has the planet on it’s death bed. Do you know what I’m saying? They, those idiot Schreientology door knobs, wrote a letter to the Chancellor here, Mr. Cabbage, and said it wasn’t nice that they couldn’t have religious freedom. And the idiots like that top gun jerk and his friends all signed it. They’ve got half of Hollywood as their brain-dead slaves. It’s not much different than the Mafia except that the Mafia doesn’t pretend to be nice. Thieves and Murders that are known as such. Where as Scientology is a little more dangerous and wants to be know as a church. I’m almost tempted to read the shit book to see what the fuck Ron said that got these murdering thieves on the war path.

I could cut my finger nails. They’re getting a tad long.

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I have full intention to write something clever as we lie here in bed. But first I must come upon a topic.

We should try something other than sex, religion and politics. We have 6 people over tonight for Pakistanish lentils. Tauqir style. How’s my old friend? I haven’t heard from him since he hit that side of the Atlantic. I don’t hear much from anyone. In fact. I get the feeling nobody likes me. I did cut my nails by the way. Das wird nichts heute. Meaning: This ain’t going to amount to nothing today. I should write in my porno book. The girls just finished breakfast and are going to go buy some sex toys.

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So now it’s near the end of January. Nevin comes in 4 days. She was in London with Toby. But she decided to do her 2 years work term required to be a lawyer so she starts next week and Toby is sick of England anyhow so he’s coming back in a few months. So it’ll be nice. ‘Cause they are our friends. And I have nothing to say. I tried to get up for school today. Had my bag packed and my coat on. Then I lay on the coach ‘cause it just wasn’t worth it. Who needs German here anyway. I’m not going to be happy today. So see ya.

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Hey, Krissy. Sei nicht so pissy. Write me a letter. Let me look under you skirt. I just had a dream in my afternoon nap. And the bride was on the telephone and one of the guys was on the floor fixing something and was right there under her dress and she had nice legs and she was talking to her - doesn’t matter it was a confusing dream. They never run in a sequence where it’s explainable. So let’s try a song.
Billy was - no -
When Billy was a little boy
He never got to play with toys
He was picked on by the other kids
And was scolded for all he did

He never met his real dad
And his mother was always mad
So when Billy had things to say
He had to wait for another day

Course Billy was a bad boy
Billy was a mad boy
Billy grew to be big and strong
Billy knew his youth had been wrong
So Billy fucked his sister
And she ended up with blisters.

I’m not sure if I like this song.



by Joanne B. Washington

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