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by Frank Moore, Thursday, April 11, 2002

i get worried if my words and images fit through veins clogged with fatty taboos of polite appropriate of comfortability.

i get worried…is the art that small that it fits through that pinhole of a hole…so small that nudes on the walls, words on telephone poles, any shift in the social power structure threatens the very reality fabric.

i’m too proud to admit the art poetry is that small. so my art becomes a 
roto-rooting balloon covered in razors tipped in draino acid, pushing pressuring uncomfortable unsocial grinding against the grain until the killer fatty clots of taboos burst out the other end and go down the drain like trouble.

i don’t really go after the hitlers, the mccarthys, the helms, or their 
brown shirts.

they are just limp-dicked power-junkies with swiss-cheese egos, each hole filled with inferiority. they are just moons with no power light of themselves, just reflecting fear.

no, i go after the nice people who never asked where the trains were going, boxcars filled with people. didn’t have to. only suspected, only heard rumors…after all, the general is a friend. never said, excuse me, i am a jew too, arab too, a jap too, a gay too, i’ve negro blood running in my body, aids too. i’m a commie who took home movies of our nude kids. so better put me on that train too. better put us all on that train. there ain’t no train big enough!

i go after the nice people who keep going to work after seeing their friends missing, after hearing rumors of blacklist and blackball. must write something about that subject to THE TIMES. he used to be such a pleasant fellow…but now he is a whining paranoid…not a sort to have to tea. he is like a wet messy fart. not in my backyard!

yes, i go after nice people. but my time in the belljar is about over. so i’ll leave you with this. what is happening in your backyard is what really matters. so be sure to weed!

“Seated Nude”, oil on canvas, 36” x 36”, 1981 by Frank Moore


From Cherotic Magic Revised, Chapter 2: Chero (Section 8) by Frank Moore, first published in 1990:

Almost anything can be used as a model to show how the cherotic life works, even computer games.  My kid got a computer game “Labyrinth” a few years back.  It is a maze game with ever‑changing walls, with monsters bent on eating or shooting you if you don’t shoot them first.  You have to rescue four men from four different cells and reach the door to the next level before you get killed three times.  It, like life, appeared to be an action game requiring speed and quick reflexes.  My kid has quick reflexes, so he was very good at this fast, high‑action game, full of tension, stress and glamour.  He reached level 8 (of 12 levels) very quickly.  But then he got restless and bored; so he quit playing.
Even though I could operate the controls to the game, there appeared to be no way for me to play the game successfully, because I did not and will not ever have speed and quick reflexes.  But I started playing the game just to have something to do.  I did want to reach the higher levels, but I put that want in my wakan brain and forgot it.  (We will use this wakan brain in creating our reality later.)  I accepted the framework of the game and started to absorb it into my body.  I made it my own, even though it appeared I was a helpless victim of the game.  For months I did not rescue even one man.  But my body absorbed the rhythm of the changing walls.  I began to feel where to move to avoid death and to get nearer to my objective.  I did not try to understand because the events in the game are randomly nonlinear. But I tuned in on the reality of the game.  By doing so, I changed the game into a slow strategy game.  I did this by not resisting the structure, but by taking it on as my own.
This slow game offered much more fun to me than the fast game offered my son.  If we measure the fun in time, my son only played the game semi‑regularly for only a few months, while I have played it now for a few years.
Every time I am about to move on to a new, higher level, I get stuck.  I keep just about getting it, but then “failing.”  This is because I let my wanting to get to the higher level out of my wakan brain, letting it become the goal that I am focused on.  This raises the stress level to the point where I cannot do anything right.  I get nervous and fearful.

I have learned to put my wants and goals away in my wakan brain ‑‑ to not focus on my wants and goals while still having them.  I have learned that once I have my wants and goals in a priority order in my wakan brain, it sets the automatic process in motion to get what I want.  If I tried to plan, plot, manipulate to get what I wanted, it would get in the way.  I always get what I want, but rarely in the way I thought I would get.
Once I get my desires back into my wakan brain where they belong, the stress, fear, and nervous levels go down.  The getting to the new level loses its special glamour, becoming just another state which I will some day get to, if not today, then maybe tomorrow.  When this attitude is firmly implanted, one day I am guided into the new level.  I cannot take credit for this.  I am just let in.  After this high point, my average score usually plunges.  (A contraction.)  If I stay calm and committed, my average score slowly climbs past the high point towards the next level.  I have gone from not being able to get a single man to being on level 3, going for level 4.  I went from being totally limited to being in the state of all possibilities.  This was done not by anything I did or because of any skill I developed.  It was done by enjoying playing even when there was no reachable goal.  Enjoying playing unlocked every possibility.

Photo by Linda Mac


Dance Of No Dancers

As published in Frankly Speaking: A Collection of Essays, Writings & Rants. Excerpted from Cherotic Magic Revised by Frank Moore, 1993.

Matter is symbol, is metaphor containing possibilities. Chero is the physical life energy in the form of packets of possibilities. These packets shape matter. These packets, in turn, are reshaped by each body or object they pass through. This is why we are affected by the stars, for example, (and the stars are affected by us)…and why we affect the Tarot cards or the I‑Ching coins we cast…why the physicists affect the subatomic particles they observe. This is the alchemical secret: by reshaping these inner packets, the material reality is reshaped.

These inner rivers of possibilities are two‑way on the linear level. This means the magical effects are always two‑way. The light of the sun warms us; but we affect the sun through the same channel. Again, we have entered the level of the dynamic web of relationships in which the individual does not exist. In place of the individual, there appear points of personal responsibility in a dance. It is not the sun that warms, nor is it us who are warmed. It is the dance of no dancers, the dance of relationships that warms, and that is warmed. Individualism hides this fundamental truth from most people.

These rivers of inner possibilities do not run only in a two‑way linear manner. They also travel nonlinearly. This creates a deep ocean under time‑space. In this ocean, there are nonlinear waves of possibility which pass through the points of personal responsibility which most people mistakenly see as individuality. When a wave passes through this, it is possible to personally amplify, mute, or change the wave. This makes the point of personal responsibility the moment of the universal creation. To accept this responsibility of the universal creation, we cannot step back from the ocean to claim the responsibility or judge.

We are then just water drops…individual water drops, not the ocean. To be in the moment of universal creation, in being the point of personal responsibility, we need to melt into being the ocean for all time, letting the dance happen through us, not thinking we are the dancers. In this point of personal responsibility, everything we do, think, and say is universally important, and not in the individually important sense.

Each center of the body is connected to many of the rivers of possibility. The nonlinear flow of the packets of possibilities within these rivers is chero. By transforming, transmuting, the packets of possibilities, it is actually possible to change matter, to change the material world. This alchemical fact is just the opening for the more important fact that reality is created, recreated every second by and within us.

We have said reality creation is a dance and that we are the dancers. But in truth, it is a dance without dancers. If we really take on personal responsibility for the dance, we surrender to the dance, give up individual “control”, give up individual linking with the results. By taking on the personal responsibility for the dance, we are the dance. We melt with the dance. We are only the dance. We admit these facts. It is not a question of becoming, but of remembering and admitting. It is a question of being, living, dancing lustfully, without controls or limits in responsibility. This quality is called “extensic”. The extensic life dance is beyond morals or limits. It joyfully digs into the dance to the juicy black core.

There is the magical principle of inter‑penetration, the spiritual fact that the universal existence is enclosed in everyone and in everything. To start to grasp this, we have to remember that the cherotic rivers flowing within matter run in a great many directions, both linearly and nonlinearly, both inward and outward. This is the web dance. The cherotic packets of possibilities, effectively changed within the person, are taken by these rivers throughout the entire web, affecting the entire web.

So you are never hopeless or without effect. You can always shift reality away from doubts, fears, and other mistaken creations. You can always transform, transmute yourself, situations and the universal currents into joyful dancing by extensic melting, which is the heart secret of using erour, the vulnerable strength.

Kinds of transmuting and transforming of situations and of self is the real purpose of alchemical art. You are not the source of effect, the dance of the web is. You melt forever with the dance within personal responsibility. The effect is caused by the everlasting interplay, inner dance, of the whole web of all possibilities with one another, creating seven dimension waves. You must enjoy the dance for its own sake, not some goal as an end. There is no end to the dance. Since the dance is everlasting, the holding‑on to any guilt, any doubt, any fear is just creating these things in the whole web, for which you are personally responsible. If you let go of these limited frames, your personal responsibility for them will vanish; moreover, their reality force will fade to a certain degree in the web.

When you admit you are melted into the dance, that you are the dance, and that every act and nonact, no matter how “small”, is profound, then reality shifts. The focus shifts from what you do, what you appear to be like, what effect you are having…shifts to enjoying extensically life, claiming any and all responsible act or thought as your own no matter who does it.

Art by Labash from Cherotic Magic Revised

Music Jam – A Poem

A poem by Teresa Cochran about “The Jam” on Frank Moore’s Shaman’s Den, May 28, 2000, with Teresa Cochran, Giovanni Moro, Walter Funk, John The Baker, Corey Nicholl and Frank Moore

Hi Frank,

Here’s the poem I wrote about our jam in May. I wanted to surprise you with it on LUVER! 🙂

Music Jam

Here we are
In the Shaman’s Den
The Shaman on piano,
Bringing music out of infinite spaces,
Inviting us to follow.
We find our own parallel musical paths,
Each one different,
But present,
Like a harmony.
Joyous play
With shamanic toys;
We are all here.
The silent one, Booya,
Is no less present.
Here he is
With headphones;
An omniscient being,
While we trust him
To stay with us
And participate in our adventure.
And o the magical recording later!
It contains things we could not, did not hear
In our shamanic journey.
I feel as if I have lived
At least one lifetime
During that one-hour jam.
Condensed, yet timeless.


Listen to the jam here:

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Reclaiming Public Reality

1997 version. Originally published in The Cherotic (r)Evolutionary issue # 1 as “Nonlinear Bits” in 1996.


We went to the movies…Pasolini’s Arabian Nights at Berkeley’s alternative theatre. Eating candy, drinking Coke, rubbing each other, pleasure maintained almost until the end of the movie, then quiet coming, thrilling gentle pleasure explosions. Just an ordinary night at the movies. Rubbing for enjoyment, just like eating popcorn. Taking public reality back into personal reality is the magical effect of such public acts, which are made invisible to the surrounding reality by the personal everyday nature of such acts, instead of being reactive confrontations. The reason closest to the surface for such acts in public places is the physical expression of enjoying of friends and lovers and humans just being together. But these invisible private/public acts of pleasure become a powerful force for effective political/social/cultural change when they collide on their own with life-denials. The effectiveness of such personal pleasure acts, which are in reality sexual or cherotic magic, is in the fact that they are not reactive, confrontational, or an exhibition of specialness or difference. Not wrapping ourselves in the glamour of being kinky, perverted, or evil and thereby falsely creating ourselves into an elite above the common human. Being reactionary always chains you to the old reality to which you are reacting.

Instead, these acts of personal magic are creating the alternative reality which we want, reclaiming freedom by acting free, calling forth yin energy by using yin energy. The fact that the feminist movement in the ’70s and ’80s on the whole didn’t use this channel of change created limits to the transformation of gender.

This is reclaiming public reality, returning it to personal freedom. We have done these rubbing good feeling acts of humanness and subversion at baseball games, in the middle of the sidewalk in the afternoon, on trains and planes. For months, five of us sat in the middle of a coffeehouse, playing cards, drinking coffee, kissing, rubbing one another into a pleasure trance. Just everyday human living.

Because our attitude to our playing is that it is just everyday human living, we were invisible. No one saw, noticed, or complained. Because the art of invisibility is tricky, I am stopping short of advocating such radical acts unless you are prepared for any outcome. Such invisible action does not have to be at this degree of revolutionary intensity to be effective. Every time you kiss or hug or laugh or smile out in the “public” world, every time you wear colorful sexy revealing clothes, or do not wear a bra (or just wearing one), or any lusty joyful act, you are performing a very powerful magical/political action the effects of which can not be deleted by any linear means.

Finally, A Real Candidate For President

Commissioned by and published in NYFA Current, Vol. 16, No. 13, 8/1/2007.

In Their Own Words

Frank Moore, the iconic performance artist who was once persecuted by US Senator Jesse Helms for making “obscene” art is running for president. NYFA Current gave him a platform for an early campaign address.

Frank Moore signs off his emails with the phrase “In Freedom.” Coming from another artist the gesture might be interpreted as ironic commentary on the American government’s abuse of the word since 2001; coming from Moore, it’s completely sincere. Freedom and the power of free speech has become the signpost of his work from the 1960s to today. Best known for his performance art (he faced Jesse Helms’ ire in the early ‘90s as part of the culture wars debates), Moore’s work truly spans disciplines. Born with cerebral palsy and unable to walk or talk, his career’s work has been to burst through the barriers of social isolation that separate people.

Given these qualities, it wasn’t so shocking when Moore declared himself a 2008 presidential candidate. Moore’s campaign slogan is “Finally a Real Candidate for President!” For this essay, NYFA Current offered the Bay Area-based Moore a platform for an early campaign address.

I have been running for president for about a year now. I started running basically because none of the prominent candidates are talking honestly and directly about the state of things, are committed to fundamental change, and have a clear plan to create a humane, sustainable, and just plain enjoyable society. So I took on that role. When everyday people in the “real world” hear about my candidacy, they become extremely excited. They don’t see a performance artist in a wheelchair. They don’t check the odds of my winning. Instead they see someone who they could excitedly vote for…somebody who shares their dreams, talks deeply about what really affects their lives. And then they read my platform. Then they get more excited at how possible it is to bring our dreams for our society into reality…to remove fear and isolation; to get the boot of big corporations off our neck; to provide everyone health care, life-long education, a minimum income, and a livable wage; to restore our rights and freedoms; and to bring our troops home now! We everyday people know the real state of the union! But more importantly, we have the sense of what is possible! We need leaders who share our dreams and who do not sell us short. Or sell us out!

So for most of the year, I have been running way below their radar. A performance artist in a wheelchair “pretending” to run for president is no threat…just a weird piece of conceptual art. But now I’m beginning to be a blip on the radar. Just a blip, mind you. But it is amazing that we have gotten to the blip stage this early…or at all! A blip who talks about the issues seriously and who gives real alternatives is dangerous. So the gatekeepers are beginning to say that I am not a “real” or “serious” candidate. What they are really saying is that I’m not a part of the political system that has been corrupted by big bucks; that I’m not playing by the unwritten rules, etc. And of course this is true. It is one of the reasons why everyday people are excited about my running. That big bucks political system has been divorced from the everyday reality, hijacked by the addicts of obscenely huge profits. I am a real, serious candidate. I’m just working outside of their boxes. Outside of boxes is where the new possibilities are. Inside the limiting boxes is where political power is created. This is why the normal politicians stay in the boxes. This is why fundamental, humane change rarely—if ever—has come from power politics. I hope they keep saying that I’m not a real and serious candidate because each time they say that our blip gets brighter and more intense. I also hope they keep saying I am the candidate of the fringe, of the margins. Consider who they have marginalized…the poor, the working poor. In fact, most of the labor force: the disabled, gays, seniors, the uninsured, women, the middle class, artists, family farmers, racial minorities, immigrants, etc. Hey, I may win by a wide margin!

True, I do have my problems. As one “art expert” once wrote, I, “seem to have a compulsion not to take no for an answer under any circumstances.” I do have this disability of not knowing what is “impossible”. So, I just figure out how to do it. When I was born, the doctors told my parents I had no IQ. Obviously the doctors were wrong. So I don’t pay any attention to the supposed limitations. I just do what is needed. When I was growing up, I struggled to get educated, struggled against discrimination and prejudices. I really enjoy the righteous struggle. This enjoyment of struggle gives me an advantage when struggle is needed. When Senator Jesse Helms tried to blacklist me, when the Berkeley City Council tried to ban my public access cable show… there have been so many struggles! My enjoying righteous struggle has been a winning element. I also enjoy when struggle is successful. I’m looking forward to the huge struggle of taking away controlling power from the big corporations, of reclaiming the rights and freedoms that have been stolen from the people of this country, of creating a new post-oil social order in which we will eliminate fear of getting sick, of getting old, of the future, of the Other.

In reality, as president, I will be able to do a lot to start the process of change. And I will! I get results! I deliver! But realistically, I will be working with a Congress full of people heavily invested in the old power system. I will need you! Writing me in on election day will be just the first step. I will need you to get involved in your local community. I will probably need you to put pressure on Congress—and on the press—to enact our dreams. It may take you coming to Washington D.C. a few times as you did for civil rights and to stop the Vietnam War. But together we will get this done! If it takes me throwing a giant party on The Mall every three months, then that’s what I’ll do!

It will be an exciting, fun four years! Just imagine a world in which somebody like you or me could really become president. Now keep imagining it and we just may win! Do not throw your vote away on a candidate who does not share your dreams, who is not committed to bring your dreams into reality! Go for it! It is the only practical thing to do because if we don’t go for it, we will never get what we need, what we want, what we are dreaming. Hey, it just makes sense…right? So write Frank Moore in on election day!

Frank Moore (born Frank James Moore, June 25, 1946) is an American performance artist, shaman, poet, essayist, painter, musician, and internet/television personality who has experimented in art, performance, ritual, and shamanistic teaching since the late 1960s.

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More from “Art Of Living”

This is an excerpt from Frank’s book, Art of Living, 1974:

Frank, we have created a rather intellectual picture of what is going on in that physical world. We used the brain as a symbol to represent the majority of spirits existing in that material world. They are slowly waking up and discovering that something is wrong, discovering that their own negativity is physically manifested around them. They are trying, or starting to try, to correct some of the material signs of their negativity by channeling their intellectual energy into scientific, political or educational levels of human life. Such attempts, without correcting the loneliness and isolation which the spirits there feel, will probably solve problems such as unbreathable air and undrinkable water. But such attempts will only add to the negativity if these attempts do not come from a conscious movement to bring people together, not on an abstract and idealistic level, but on a very personal and human level.

The majority of the spirits there, the brain of that physical world, do not have any way to consciously cope with the vague feeling that has enveloped that world. They can only feel frustration and try to release it during the sexual experience; they can only feel restless and try to release this through emotional outbursts; they can only feel lonely, isolated, and unfulfilled and try to rationally explain this feeling away by pinning this feeling to a physical object or an abstract concept, and then try to intellectually solve the problem. But no matter on what level they try to deal with the vague feeling, in the end they still feel empty, as if they have missed something beautiful.

They lack the pure vision of spiritual love, to see their simple need to be personally close to one another. But in that world, there are a growing number of spirits who do see and feel through this vision of spiritual love, although most of these are not living in the progression of spiritual love yet. These spirits, these Fishermen of Men, are the mind of that world who can pull that world into a collective level of love by living their vision out within that world, living their vision with the other Fishermen of Men. Unfortunately, these spirits are always being tempted to forget their vision, to forget their role as Fishermen, because living their vision with one another is very hard without glamorous results which they can show that world. They are tempted to disbelieve that the world will feel, but probably will not consciously see, what these Fishermen have created together. They are tempted to believe that it is impossible for the invisible net of deep human love released by the inter-relationships among the fishermen to pull the rest of the world into real closeness like fish in a net. Because of this worry, some of these sensitive spirits withdraw from the human world into what they think is themselves, into an abstract spirituality. They isolate themselves because they are bitter that the world does not, cannot, see their vision yet. Others try to ignore what they see and feel in order to live “normal lives.” However, they can never completely forget their vision and must always carry with them the knowledge that they are living second best lives, that they are not living their highest vision. Still others, desiring to have proof in the standards of that material world that they are really doing something, really contributing, try to channel the levels of politics, science, education and art. But by placing importance in the proofs that these material levels of living offer and in the things that are created within these levels, these spirits are just making that world a little harder. The only way to use these levels to being the soft, human vision into that world is by not placing importance on these levels and what can be created within these levels, but placing the importance on human relationships and create from those human relationships…

Art of Living
A guide to down-to-earth spirituality as channeled by Frank Moore.
published 1987

From “Art of Living”

This is an excerpt from Frank’s book, Art of Living, 1974:

Frank, it should be very clear to any person there who is aware of the world around him, even though his awareness may be purely on the physical level, that the material world has reached the critical point in its life. The world of materiality has become physically ill, just as an individual spirit in a physical body commonly gets ill when he has reached a turning point, a decision of his inner existence, a karmic requirement facing him. He rarely knows consciously the inner illness. He just knows he is hurting physically and takes steps to cure himself. While this is happening, hopefully just by living in a slower state, he will, most of the time, unconsciously make the decision, select the next path to follow, face up to what he must do. All of this goes on usually without ever coming to the attention of the physical brain because this inner issue is dealt with in the mind.

To understand more clearly what is happening within that material world, you should see that world as an individual spirit within a physical body. This person would be about to enter the Love Progression, but has a great deal of trouble balancing the four sides of his lower self, and cannot relate to people around him because of his inability to communicate in the acceptable manner. At first he is unaware that anything is the matter. But now he has an uneasy feeling, a feeling that he cannot rationally label as any concrete thing or a particular event. It is just a vague feeling felt by his mind. Then he discovers sores on his body, and also difficulty breathing. At first, he isn’t concerned and waits for a while to see if the sores will go away; moreover, he dismisses his shallower breathing to his imagination (by this he is really blaming his mind). His mind at this time is tempted either to be absorbed into the physical brain or to isolate itself to think and feel by itself in an abstract state using its intellectuality to do this. Both roads, being absorbed and being isolated, are used to escape feeling the vague uneasiness. Both roads are an escape from the mind’s leading and translating role.

The brain finally recognizes that the body is ill and takes steps to cure the illness; meanwhile, the brain, lacking any rational reason for the vague uneasiness, sees the physical illness as the root of the vague feeling.

This is the condition that the material world is in now.

Art of Living
A guide to down-to-earth spirituality as channeled by Frank Moore.
published 1987


May 28, 2009. Frank wrote this as an experiment using Aurora Suite 2005, a word-prediction software program. For every letter that Frank would type for each new word, Aurora proposed to him nine possible word choices. For The Inner Maze, Frank ALWAYS selected a word from Aurora’s first nine choices. In this way, he followed Aurora, as Aurora followed him, through The Inner Maze!

I am back! So stop your whining! I am a sucker for whiners whining about their childhoods, etc. whinny experience of all of this unwritten reality. You don’t know what to do with yourself! So hence BOOK TWO. Just kidding, Jane! There’s no BOOK TWO in this volume! Turned on! Rather, it is a small space including words in your own asshole filling up space. This below is just filler before the white end. Credits will roll. They are putting together the book that you have in your own hands. They are drawing the illustrations… You are looking at one on the neighboring page of this page. They are designing the cover as I write this. They want me to type THE END! But that could be define as dying for both of us! They say I could shave out a new book if I end this volume. But do you trust them?

We had fun, didn’t we? Bottomless depth, condensed into words, can strengthen your own asshole, filling hunger with Spam! The end is coming, but not quite yet! It hasn’t arrived yet. It hasn’t led to such perfection nor normalcy. Just barely touch the service of my new sexy glasses. Just barely touch the surface of erotic French kissing. Everyone took baths in the mid-eighties. I did! Similar tastes don’t get many people freak out. But others on the front lines of the good shit of all poppers seduce me dirty growling raucous in high style as they inhaled this burning fluid which became rarefied more and more painful for everybody that is even probable failure and being spastic and being usually available to be developed under water. Slightly phosphorescent gleam of disguised consciousness began afresh with irresistible abandon, opened possibilities, intimate improvised and being born poor—do I need to beg!? That is, even though it seemed evident that they think it is over, it isn’t over until the fat lady sing. Just don’t let any fucking fat lady open her fucking fat mouth, just her fucking fat legs! Then we can go on forever!

Everything stopped. They just asked me in their tone ARE YOU READY TO QUIT. So until we meet within another pooling novel novel, I am playing with a healthy dose of pure fun!


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Comments are welcomed!

The Inner Maze – TWENTY-THREE

May 28, 2009. Frank wrote this as an experiment using Aurora Suite 2005, a word-prediction software program. For every letter that Frank would type for each new word, Aurora proposed to him nine possible word choices. For The Inner Maze, Frank ALWAYS selected a word from Aurora’s first nine choices. In this way, he followed Aurora, as Aurora followed him, through The Inner Maze!


WELL I AM BACK… sort of. The since you and I shared a word together many months ago I almost dead. I have not even printed the last chapter out yet.

I went to the hospital. Macho risking getting hurt! Failing getting lost all consciousness for thirty years without oxygen! We want it send to hell! Personally I always find a lot of places for getting me ashore. I laughed! But I was murdered when they moved us to keep us apart! Getting frustrated that drains possibilities away from the hospital with pneumonia, almost dying. Michael and Linda always were there for/with your truelove me twenty-four hours care. So I survived! But parts keep coming off of my whiners! The real deep power influence of tribal body just seems more practical than isolation, separation and fascism.

Well, should we end this now? We have not gotten stupid together for a long long time, mate. Practically speaking thus, I don’t know what is happening within skins trash to pull up stakes and come to the end of this piece of fresh meat. After sedation has cut off all this shit, verbal jazz, rifting in the cards unshuffled. So uncomfortable! But is this too short, toothless old cicerone mumble in broken English to be a novel? Was it just a shaggy dog self-serving story about me? Just coming up with another rapper Phat boy. I have jammed with you. But can we just say Good-by? Adore our campaign together and walk away? Strangely enough none of this unwritten logger’s law has cut off Kerfoot’s left hand. Is fifty-two Pages enough for a novel? Anyway I could pad it by double space, wide margins, and large tiger-sharks font. Easy street! So can you live without reading this? Well, I have not been writing in this journey for a long time, mate. But you have been reading this over and over again. Tide stranded you! Live without this shit, verbal jazz.. The end of this face saying, asking around, everything bad habits prevailed everywhere everyday with you. Timeworn words stay tuned like challenges. See you next time!