November 2003
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67 November 2003 11/25/03 cx the building blocks of all matter are the same as those of all other forms of energy. So all life “as we know it“ is made up of cretin fundamental elements characteristic of life. So now to beg the question, rebuild life still out of matter but in a new way. You have come hear in your search, I have many answers,,, many solutions still far outside my grasp, the sun at noon show light onto the flower that flower was life and I had not seen it in days or years, suppressed within myself within my hatred of myself for what I could not have and who I could not be. No I am not satisfied with who I am or what my life has been made of as of yet but I know that no one owes me a sun rise, no man, woman, god, or demon owes me anything, I sink or I swim in the ocean of life and I will do it weather I want to or not that is the nature of my struggle. I have seen, the less you want to fight the more people think that they can pick on you. The more blood you spill and people you hurt so it would seem the better off you are. Anything you do in self defense will be seen as weakness, because if you where not weak you would not need to reinforce your guard. I have seen all of this and more and not I am waiting for a sign a smoking gun so I can move the troops forward. Maybe I don't want to wait anymore, maybe I want to fight, maybe blood lust has gotten the best of me after all, maybe not. I like to talk and I like it when people listen, as much as I would like to wave my have and make my ambitions real, it is you that is the judge, the jury, and the executioner. Of what I do not know, but maybe you could help me with that, to understand better how I fit in to not just the world 68 but my own life, my own existence. This is a tragedy to know so much more then I should and as I silence the cries of hunger with death… to not cry that I am wrong, to want silence to be in pain, to hate what so much what it has become... I implore you do something, don't throw it all away and admit defeat when the truth is the only battle is between ideas, between culture, and ways of life believe. Individually we are all solders for what we believe is just and right! And most of us know that the Dollar is king, and the USA is our only true god. Those of you that turn away and say heathen, you don't understand that collection plate is to feed the beast your church does workshop the almighty dollar. There is not rest of the soul there is no escape, there is only chaos, to remove your self to turn you back on our GOD (money) will surly mean death, wiping one more miserable weak blood line from the rivers of future slavery. That else to do but to embrace demon, to become the beast, and embalm the nature of man for all eternity. Better that then to fall pray, better that then to allow the weak and the weak minded to flourish in happy go luck state of slavery. We are doomed. 11/10/03 cx This is a day of change, a pivotal point in the future of many. The war against me and my influence on my daughter has been stepped up. I still do not want to fight with anyone. Pacifism does not work, those who refuse to fight are run over, in the long run those who fight survive because life and everything in it is a battle. A battle I never cared to be part of. Even as my passive way of life, and my very beliefs where under scrutiny, I did not back down, but I did not fight when I should have. This is my rock, I am part of it, the earth, time, and the abyss. I think therefore the chemical receptors in my brain are still in working order. I feel constant