You know when I arrived back to DC in 1993, I was a 25 year old man with A MISSION: the vision told me about the future world and I set things in motion which could possibly save the world as I wanted it to be; that world tragically, still turned out like this...
Well, I was a tireless and anxious man who over the years had to adjust to a world which for better or worse was not quick to accept my word for ANYTHING, even when as I have demonstrated to those closest to me that I know my shit and have a track record of being close to the truth on my worst day. But in the past year I have found my world going full circle; I came to town looking to focus on crushing my enemies and now have the urge to only want to fulfill that sentiment, unless I am left alone to paint, write, study, garden, train...
I am so fuckin over it
I Do NOT want to talk...
I Do NOT want to petition...
I Do NOT want to debate...
I Do NOT want to settle...
I DO want to tell you "I love you"; get some land in Western Montana, two long ranged rifles and you by the hand.
Lately, the sounds of this city scream something "big" is in the works. As if they are preparing for battle. I do not want to be here when the crack-down begins; I think we would be better of on the move; if you come "great", if not I know I will find you!!!
I do not know if you are brave enough, especially with your current "employment". But do not doubt the "link", bond -set deep inside me since day one- it will exist until the day I die!
I have to end my employment(barely 2 months) too; even that low level sojourn inside the matrix ceases to pacify my spirit. Ironically, I remember daily the talk we con sensed on months ago in your kitchen about "it" not being a job I should return too because one can have difficulty leaving "it" at the site: I remember everything you have said to me. Geez, you are in my head, heart and soul: Crazy!
But I would not want to change anything, cuz it is my greatest strength!
Independent, independence day; he yearned for a date to begin again
but how can he make it, how long must he wait.
A day, a year, maybe ten, ugh 15!
Look forward a fireball awaits; though too a soul-mate, a say-yid, a warrior: what better playmate?
The pain of all, whom they choose, we loose.
We must prepare, new genesis.
Light shines in the distance; a signal for the brave to stand, move, transform-- into what shall be!
O Patriot where art thou... do you await?
Awaken, sacrifice, fight and win for all!
Peace and war are joined to the end, one offering the means for the other to begin.
Both are one way out, for you and me.
Either way I do not fear; only see your beauty and forever love your beast!
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