Heres a question for Sunday the 23 of Feb.: Why do I always find myself fighting depression on Sunday. I dont know if its always but its often. I thought it might be because I dont like having to go to work on Monday. The last year and a half I had an enjoyable job that I didnt mind at all but Sundays were still trouble. Now Im unemployed and it doesnt go away. Is it my lost religion? Do I miss the Sunday God call? Could be but thats 20 years behind me. Ive got my test for motorbike tomorrow. If I pass the test, Ill have a German drivers license for car and motorbike that only cost me 1,500 marks. Thats quite a sum but most pay more. Theyve got many rules here about what a foreigner can and cant do. One of them is drive after a year of being here. Which is completely fucked since I was aloud the first year. They want money. They take it anyway they can even if they have to make fucked laws to do it. But still, I like it here.
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Its the beginning of March. Spring has sprung and kicked me full in the head. Im stuffed like a turkey, cough at night like a mad goose and have ear infection to go with it.
Last night you were in my dream. We were friends. I loved you completely, as I do when Im awake, and I told you you could use my shirts for running and doing sports and leisure things. You didnt have many left. It might have been a train station or something we were at listening to music and dancing and many people were there, some Auslanders. One was asked for ID and didnt have a passport so wanted to use mine. But since he was thirty pounds heavier and an Indian that spoke Spanish and little English, I couldnt see it working. Im not sure what we did. I might have woke up coughing again before the authorities got through the crowd to him.
Before that, you were lying on a coach after all the dancing. I had been dancing mostly on a chair and defying gravity somewhat. We were on the topic of breast and I said mine were bigger than yours. You assured me it only appeared that way because of the shirt you were wearing. (Thats when we got on about shirts.) I was so happy to be with you and have you as my friend. Shortly after as I was tidying up my moms house, I realized I loved you and would want to marry you. Oh, I forgot about the swings and playing around them and the topic of cloning came up like it often does since this Dolly sheep was cloned. I was telling how it could be used, like in my first book, for gene manipulation and the advantages, such as taking asthma out of the DNA and other inherent illnesses. Then I mentioned, after someone mention, or could have at any rate, what about Hudam Susane ten thousand times. I told them it would be cool to do Elle McPherson ten thousand times. On account I thought she was one of the most beautiful and Id love to have one. And people who saw other (men here) people on the street would ask questions like, Youre out with your wife, wheres your Elle McPherson?. If you didnt have an Elle McPherson you were a bit out of it. Of course, I was being hypothetical on account I wanted my friend Krissy to love me. But leave the dream. As usual I cant get around in it very well, they dont leave room for a clear description. I gotta hurry up and finish my first books new ending on account it might be good timing for gene manipulation books. I started that dam thing almost 20 years ago and written it ten of twelve times. But its pretty fuckin good now. And I think gene manipulation is here to stay and like anything new, people will distrust it, which they should, but it will be part of us, already is, and my book wont be fiction in a few years. Write me a letter Krissy. I know in real life we wont likely get married or live together, but I can still love you and you can still be my friend.
Funny how, when, oh, never mind.
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Hi, my Frau left me again. But thats okay, she said shed come back. I dont talk of her too much but not because my love isnt for her, just because I dont want to write about it and her. But for the record, I love my wife and when I tell you I love you I hope neither you or her are insulted oder so was.
Anyhow, I was just thinking about the skin care company that I was involved with for a year or so. I thought it was pretty cool. Pretty good products and a guy could make a good buck if. Well, if is the big thing in this kind of marketing. I didnt stop believing in this if until a few things happened. Thats besides not making any money. The whole thing sounded too good to be true. And like most things that are too good to be true, there are little faults that one tends to over look. Such as, only a few of the thousands involved make money. Most not only make little but lose. They lose the money invested, which in this case isnt so much, but they lose the time they put into the business.
I dont want to go into it, I just want to mention two things that deterred me. The main points such as was the product as good as they lead us to believe and why come no one made money are of no interest here. I want to mention the pep meeting I was at. It discouraged me. Although it was well done, it was detectable that it was thin. It was the short look I got from one of the rich ones at the top. She was at the very top of the can I say pyramid. Though she hadnt intended, Im sure, to relay anything to me, when our eyes met, I knew that she was a millionaire because we thought we all could be if. If its a cult, thats debatable, but its a thing to believe in thats not quite true. When my main man left the business and wanted me to come with him, I couldnt believe in any of them. But dont let me discourage you from multilevel marketing. Hell, its not such an awful idea. As long as it doesnt get to culty. Amway has been at it almost 40 years. No one makes any money at it but its fun to be part of a big club where you can buy soap wholesale and sell it to you mom. And so without conclusion, I end.
Markus and I want to try make some money somehow. Our second idea was cars, well see what we can do. Our first was more lucrative: start a new religion. Wombatismus. We have decided not to be too mean about it. People can come and go as they please. If they dont believe anymore we wont threaten them with ruining their lives or killing them. Well keep brainwashing to a minimum. Maybe not even have a church or therapy. Just a book that can be bought, disguised as fiction and perhaps a bank account where small donations are accepted and a greater percentage of it passed onto other causes like Unicef. To be nice and publicly accepted. Of course we take a little to live off of. Were nice but lets face it, altruism is just a word.
Did you know Joseph Smith was lynched by his followers? At least thats what I read somewhere. He apparently tried to tell them that they took his joke too far. Thats why one should be careful when one starts a new religion, people will believe it as long as its a little fuckin ridiculous. I know Ive said it before, I often repeat myself, I think I mention the MLM thing as well, but this bears mentioning again: Any religion or if they call it cult because they want me to pay tax, that I start, I dont mean to harm anyone and I hope that no one takes it so seriously as to believe any of it and well shit, I suggest you dont jump to believe anything. People rather believe lies than have nothing to believe and if I try to sell one, you tell them that I said before hand that I dont mean it. Maybe I wont do it. But I have a feeling the temptation is too great.
What will it be? Wambatismus? There are a few in the inner circle of wisdom and knowledge (that gets a few interested, that line) that know about Jose Wombat. When he was still young, hes my age now, he wanted to save Laurier High School from a dreadful school election. It was evident that strange occurrences had focused on the few who wanted to run the student counsel. They were somehow not well. They were, I hate to say it, small minded and petty. I was witness to the communications of one excandidate, I shall call him Tim, because that was his first name. He said, I have to paraphrase for it was almost 20 years ago today that sergeant Pepper taught the band to play. No, thats the song. What he said was something like, Its a lot of bullshit and I dont want anything to do with it. He was disturbed by petty something or other. As far as I could sense, when he gave up hope, so did we. Most of us of course didnt give a fuck. Most people cant be bothered to care about such unimportant things as politics. But that is no attitude to take. We didnt want to give up. Someone had to save us from the doom of a student counsel that consisted merely of a click that wanted to monopolize the power. Something like totalitarianism. But worse since we didnt know what was happening to us. There was a fellow, Mark I believe was his name, who know of a fellow from the South Pacific. His name was Jose Wombat. He was born from a virgin, as is the tradition with mothers of saviours. Especially unwedded ones. Nuns run bald through Vatican hall screaming emasculate conception. That - from the book of Bruce. Anyhow, she was one of them. It was a full eclipse of the sun until Jose popped out of the virgin Karry. Six astronomers were on location and gave gifts of gold, incense and fur. Jose was taken from his mother who was burned as a martyr for her belief in her sons emasculate birth.
Those details I can tell of when I write the book. We know little of Joses childhood except that he was teaching his teachers before he was 6. When he was six, he was anointed as the holy one that knows of all wisdom. It was discovered that the father of Karry was form the direct line of Jesus, through his son Berakus. Her mother was from the direct line of Mohammed. On her grandmothers side was a direct line to Buddha and on her one grandfathers side a direct line to Confucius.
In his meditations, he decided to leave his homeland and try to see what was up in North America. He had read about the problem with our student counsel election and contacted me in a dream to offer help. I sent him a fax and invited him to run for President of student counsel in our school.
So he did. Everyone loved him, except for a few unenlightened, and was elected in a landslide vote of 98.6 percent for President. Many voted that he should run all positions of government. Well, the rest is history. As was this. So Ill write it later. Not too much later. The world need Jose and Jose is ready.
by Joanne B. Washington
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