Lumen Us Beings Are We

   
Do you have HAE?
Well then… you must
know all about B1 &
B2… as well as
medicines ending in
“-pam”, like clonezepam.
These you can take that
affect the CNS. Do not
worry… clonezepam was
not made in the clone
war. Boba banned eating
clones.

So… you are aware of cadherin-17… the
material producer of capillaries in the gut?
Yes, those that work to
pull out fluid ‘au natural’
from an HAE attack. Totally
useless! The fluid just goes back in the blood. Who
is the plumber here?
My interstitial tissues are
getting mafia-whacked
every damn day. What am
I?- Posedian? I wish! I’m
just Prometheus, the
biatch.

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You have not heard my HAE lore of woe & mayhem? Ahem.(Not “amen”- I was not bowing. Falling asleep maybe. Geez.) Okay. Maybe I do not get it either. But I am a functionally autistic, artistic immunoglobin g deficient HAE patient. My dad taught me to think. I have utilized “better-than-coping” skills.

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But if I do not have a degree, I cannot help??!- wrong. I need any help. Oh wait-

Really easy, try this next time you go to a hospital: say,

“I have a congenital c-1 deficiency and I swell for no reason.”
( keep from saying hereditary
angioedema or h.a.e
and WATCH!)

I did this ONE time and the MD on duty went to work.
(That is what we want. To feel better.)

A whole new vernacular directs doctors to what they already know.

That “cadherin” mumbo jumbo I mentioned is just another super fancy way of saying you will recirculate your plasma back UP to the tear sites that can only be seen by the endothelial cells.

An HAE patient should learn to the best of their ability DOCTORAL LEVEL KNOWLEDGE and deliver it convincingly… or they will get an F. Sounds strict? Hell yes. The standard is your survival. Or your childrens’.

I saw on You Tube a video of a 14 year old in a laryengyal attack. I attempted to communicate TO THEM ON THEIR BLOG critical Viropharma info for c-1 hook up for life. No answer after 2 months. They say no man js an island. Bull. I know lots of nice people who help, but breathing or not breathing is eveyone’s personal responsibility. With the internet, I believe no one. I also DISBELIEVE no one.

Already this week someone on the internet familiar from a Mediterranean HAE group friends me. She says, “I don’t want to talk religion but usama is great Allah bless him.” I said, “You don’t talk to an American that way” and I called that in to a CIA line. I say screw that so my trigger does not start.

Best use of imagination

      Imagine Darth Vader and Luke fighting. Luke is thrown into a window in Empire Strikes Back. Its like the eroding of an endothelial wall (vessel permeation unto edema).

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So here are some Bradykinin screwing around. Who cares who the father is. That is what Maury Povich is for.

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Man. That looks like the inside of a vessel to me. Its a long way back to the top. We gotta rock and roll every day!

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Whoops! There goes Luke. Now that’s what an erythrocyte (blood cell) ought to do. But imagine these little Bradykinins trying to use the force and sabre to destroy your vessels’s mojo. Not enough Jedi (C-1) to stop them.

   C-1-ESTERASE basicly is there-to-erase the will of the Bradykinin who alone are the dark knights of woe. Speaking of nights of woe, I ride the edge of acetamenophin use. How the heck are YOU all?

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Exclusive Post For Swell Friends

    Do you have HAE? Well then, you must know all about B1 & B2… medicines you can take that affect the CNS and you are aware of cadherin-17… the material producer of capillaries in the gut that work to pull out fluid au natural from an HAE attack.

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You don’t? Okay. Maybe I do not either. But I am a functionally autistic, immunoglobin g deficient HAE patient. My dad taught me to think.

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But if I do not have a degree, I cannot help!- wrong. I need your help. Really easy, try this next time you go to a hospital: say,

“I have a congenital c-1 deficiency and I swell for no reason.”

I did this ONE time and the MD on duty went to work.
(That is what we want. To feel better.)

A whole new vernacular directs doctors to what they already know. The cadherin mumbo jumbo I mentioned is just another super fancy way of saying you will recirculate your plasma back UP to the tear sites that can only be seen by the endothelial cells.

      Imagine Darth Vader and Luke fighting. Luke is thrown into a window in Empire Strikes Back…

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So here are some Bradykinin screwing around. Who cares who the father is. That is what Maury Povich is for.

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Man. That looks like the inside of a vessel to me. Its a long way back to the top. We gotta rock and roll every day!

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Whoops! There goes Luke. Now that’s what an erythrocyte (blood cell) ought to do. But imagine these little Bradykinins trying to use the force and sabre for NOTHING. Not enough Jedi to stop them.

   C-1-ESTERASE basicly is there-to-erase the will of the Bradykinin who alone are the dark knights of woe. Speaking of nights of woe, I ride the edge of acetamenophin use. How the heck are YOU all?

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Lord Boba Fett TTY 1: Revisionist History

      You may THINK you heard the lore of Star Wars right. Hearsay! Heresy! One… of those!

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      Who is the baddest mutha in the galaxy?

       Fett!

     Shut yo’ mouf!

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Who killed Anakin Skywalker the second he became Darth and is the REAL tyrannt in a wheezy power suit?

      Fett!

      Damn strait!

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Who escaped the Thinga-ma-dingo… with minutes to spare on air??

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Who visited our planet and made an entire religion just so G.L. would have a sloppy way to tell the story?

        Fett??

        Uh-huh

Who miswrote his STO-ry and made it about Ewoks?

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George W.

That is the wrong Georgie…

Who is the ONE who loves FORMULA ONE and made Star Wars not gory??

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G.L.??
That’s impossible!
He’s not your father!

Yes he is, yes he is.
Paternity tests do not lie!!!
What a burden for the Boba!
Jango Fett’s daddy is on Earth.

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Oh Boba!
Sorry.

               That’s okay. G.L. is my grandpa and I am set for life…

Fett!!

Shuddup.

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Now I like to torture…

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I make paintings.
(P.D. studies them.)

I do it for the evil emperor…

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No! The other one!

Krassaveetsa sabaka!!

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No it is not Putin…
His cat Koshka Spetsnats is my boss…

Fett!!

Oh yeah…

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I saw his grace, leaving devushkas down on ice!

Ooo… dats cold!!

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He holds two smoking guns…
Boba only leaves three holes.
(To the head. None to the chest.)

Boba! Boba! You know what’s best!!!!

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Of course I do!- You bantha fodder humanoids!!

At least we are not droids!!!

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Touché! Hey Boba, come swim with me!

Putin, you are naked!
Water looks real great.
The sharks are loving on you.
That is something Boba hates!

Who is the gun smith??

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Ralph!!

Bulshevik!

No…. Boba is the One.

Who does a perfect black ops kill sweep- then has an ice cream combed and neat??

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Fett!!

Thank you, Putin.

Hey no problem, Boba, do you wanna join us and….

Who is walking skill saw?
Mowing down a hit?

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Fett!!

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Its that Boba guy… I sure like him, he…

Who is the baddest mutha??

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        F         E          T         T

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Lord Boba Fett: Revisionist TTY History

      You may THINK you heard the lore of Star Wars right. Hearsay! Heresy! One… of those!

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      Who is the baddest mutha in the galaxy?

       Fett!

     Shut yo’ mouf!

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Who killed Anakin Skywalker the second he became Darth?

      Fett!

      Damn strait!

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Who escaped the Thinga-ma-dingo… with minutes to spare on air??

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Who visited our planet and made an entire religion just so G.L. would have a sloppy way to tell the story?

        Fett??

        Uh-huh

Who miswrote his STO-ry and made it about Ewoks?

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George W.

That is the wrong Georgie…

Who is the ONE who loves FORMULA ONE and made Star Wars not gory??

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G.L.??
That’s impossible!
He’s not your father!

Yes he is, yes he is.
Paternity tests do not lie!!!
What a burden for the Boba!
Jango Fett’s daddy is on Earth.

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Oh Boba!
Sorry.

               That’s okay. G.L. is my grandpa and I am set for life…

Fett!!

Shuddup.

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Now I like to torture…

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I make paintings.
(P.D. studies them.)

I do it for the evil emperor…

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No! The other one!

Krassaveetsa sabaka!!

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No it is not Putin…
His cat Koshka Spetsnats is my boss…

Fett!!

Oh yeah…

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I saw his grace, leaving devushkas down on ice!

Ooo… dats cold!!

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He holds two smoking guns…
Boba only leaves three holes.
(To the head. None to the chest.)

Boba! Boba! You know what’s best!!!!

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Of course I do!- You bantha fodder humanoids!!

At least we are not droids!!!

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Touché! Hey Boba, come swim with me!

Putin, you are naked!
Water looks real great.
The sharks are loving on you.
That is something Boba hates!

Who is the gun smith??

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Ralph!!

Bulshevik!

No…. Boba is the One.

Who does a perfect black ops kill sweep- then has an ice cream combed and neat??

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Fett!!

Thank you, Putin.

Hey no problem, Boba, do you wanna join us and….

Who is a rusty banged up walking skill saw of a man?
Mowing down a hit?

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Fett!!

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Its that Boba guy… I sure like him, he…

Who is the baddest mutha??

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            B       O      B      A
        F         E          T         T

DO
NT

WE
AR

TH
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NA
ME

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Urban Magi 2014

    It has been a while…

    What has the Urban Magi been up to? …

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Rebuilding hand strength…
Power on… power off

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Eventually I would like to read these judo books from the children’s library. This style of writing is very inerrant. Its for kids. Duh.

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       So I got a speed-surgery. The one got infected and in January 2010 it filled with blood. My blood pressure was 270/230 and I came close to a stroke. I remained… conscious. Yes. How? Wow.

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Looked like Dexter.
He literally said, “To save you we have no time for anesthetic. We must let the blood… but just so you know (he starts incising)…

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… they are waterboarding in the other room.”
    Did it hurt?

     Shit biscuits and gravy it certainly was a relief. Feels like ripping back a tender hang nail x10.

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No saying “fcuk” in ER
(self-imposed)

     So going back, which I don’t have a problem doing-
the doctor put on a mask, face shield, lights, a paper sheet on the floor to catch blood, his whole garment was disposable.

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I tried to kill myself. No. Just kidding.

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Within myself I found an “escape being”. At this point, I drew attention away from my foot and gave it no extra spirit.

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There can only be one knife.

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Its best to mentally do a mantra FAST
The word “fuck” as it turns out… would not have done SHIT anyway

Mentalizing your way though being CUT with razor sharp instuments… without anasthetic

First, as evil as your doctor may be in his private life, pretend he is your friend and a god in one. Like a chocolate and double chocolate swirl.
Grab the bed rails. Make Michael Jordan faces. Really do attempt to BREAK the bed. I did. I thought it would be cool.

Hold your breath FULL at each incising. The squeezing hurts as bad or worse if you get an infection removed. Oh yes!- then restitched! This was one of the more super shitty days of my life. But afterword my aunt drove my wife and I home and we got dinner at Shari’s. I felt like I escaped from Dachau murder camp only partially cremated. Hot! Damn it! Augh! Rrrrun! Nazi bastards! How much is the bill? Oh. Can I pay monthly? I like it slowww.

Torture schedule:

1) Foot naked. Scalple touches first. Cold steel .
2) You think, “The MD is a pussy… cat.
3) pressure, level one
4) breathe
5) hold breath
6) flex every muscle in your
     body… this enables a
     chemical to be released.
     Near death is very similiar
     to the mentalizing of
sexual function. To stay
     in the game you have to
     work at it. Creeps get
addicted to pain. Heh heh.
Hah hah heheh!! Ah.
(Cough)
7) Not saying “fuck” takes the
    masochistic erotic element
    out of it. (Aw, f***! C’MON!!!)
8) This is something my spirit
     counselor taught ME
(inner)
     because I really did not
     want my speech to be
     defiled. I do not have a lot
     of things in life. My speech
     is like a hunter’s gun. If
     I speak certain evils, I am
     convinced it poisons me.
9)  Who needs to be ready to
     have their feet stabbed?
      Answer: Everyone has to
      be ready to be something
      or someone. Spirit spoke
      to me how to get thru a
      Schedule 1 U.S. Military
      torture and cuss less than
      McCain. Maybe. So what
      can he do…

      For all of you
      urbanite majestics,
      hmm?

The problem of no pain, no fear

Main problem- people get hurt. Being tough does not help over all survival. Information and wisdom ought to be commited to memory and people are like flash drives that do not download. Trust is the key to more information HERE, NOW than we could ever use. Trust comes through patience.

Pain endurance of all kinds is a patience. It is not something to seek as much as to receive. The political citizen never moves.
They slowly drift and hunt with their eyes.

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Okay… Real Boba Fett History

    As written in the scrolls of… Wookipedia (yes- it is a real thing. Wow. Here:

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Boba Fett the clone son of Jango Fett had a granddaughter…

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And she liked hot cocoa.
OKAY! THAT PART IS NOT TRUE. But she looks like my barista.

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Boba “The Rebound” Fett

     Queen Amidala became quickly disgusted taking bubble baths with Darth Vader. The truth is- shhh! She never liked Boba! (What a wench.) Amidala hired a role-playing hookah from planet Ramen…

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Whenever it got weird and steamy, the hookah switched with Olga, a wet nurse from a German part of Brazil to cuddle with Boba…

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Nevertheless, even though it was all FAKE, Boba believed it. Despondant, he threw himself into the Backsucking colon of Woe on Tatooine.

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There is really nothing to be afraid of. Its just a fear of being born backwards that really messes with your head as you suffocate, asphyxiate and think, “Momma?”. No one should ever go this way.

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Midway thru the stomach of the beast, Boba thought, “Hey now! Wait! How many Amidalas are there?”. Fifteen is way the shit too many. He vowed if ever he was resurrected by quasi-occult means of evil spells and skull DNA that he would destroy the line of that hussy Amidala. Witch! Also he vowed that once avenged he would be a good man.

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    Just the other day, Boba found Luke and Leia. They were scared at first but had him over to Han Solo’s apartment.

     “Hey you old bastard!”, Boba said to Han…

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    “What is UP… DICKLESS?”, said Han… knowing Boba lost his schwang doodle in a deadly game of “Jumpin Jawa”. He WON… and yet, he also lost. Its why Boba wears a cup. He is all-balls these days. Funny how many people who work in space get a “severance package” early- playing “Raiders of your Lost ark in your convenience storage area. Stupid outlanders play TOO HARD.

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Boba had a daughter. 1000 years later, only her clones exist…

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Out of all Bobas daughter clones… only one exists still…

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The Space Witch. You have heard of her? I just took her off Google search… er, I mean, I searched one google stars to find her…

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Geeky…

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Calvin: “I wonder how high witches fly.”
Hobbes: “You smell. Please be quiet.”

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The story is ebbing…

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Stagnating. Not flowing.

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Space Witch: “I wish upon a Super Nova… to get to know my real daddy, Boba. Boba Fett. Boba Fett! Boba Boba Boba FETT!!!”

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Boba Fett: I hear you and hereby call you real again…

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Join me now, daughters of Fett… into the slaying of all bastard flesh… take on you the tools of the trade… exterminate the evil scourge of man before they invade !!!!

Did someone say, “Sleep?”

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Fett lionesses…

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Lil Hazel Fett…

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Anastatia Fett…

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Jael Fett (departed)…

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June Fett (tomboy)…

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Bertha Fett…

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Skanki Fett…

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Larb, Nib & Nab Fett
(The Brothers Grimminy)…

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Fertyl-ih-tee Fett…

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“Star Killer”… no Fett-
She rebelled. Her father is SO proud. She don’t GIVE a shit!-
He is even prouder… she don’t give a shit ’bout THAT… AND… he don’t give a shit.
Star Killer is now an entertainer on Planet Coruscant… shooting cacu nuts off people’s heads. None dead- this month.

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Boba Fett keeps an eye on all things…

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Even though he is dead… I rewrite him in. Again! And Again! And Again!

“William!!!!”

What??

“Its just rage…”

I AM WELL BEYOND RAGE,
BRUCEKOPF! This is insanity… plus creativity.

For Boba, the platonic love of my youth was slain retardedly into the side of a tin can boing.

G.L.!!!
Why you kill Boba?
Oh well.

I Am Boba Fett: Year 24017 GL

      I was combined, unbeknownst to my former self, with LIVING DNA from the dead ancient warrior Boba Fett of Saarlor galaxy. As my body processed the merger, Boba came to life and I took a cold back seat to his will…

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      I felt a need to avenge myself against a long-dead foe… Darth Vader…

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    I would be free to kill him… but he was gone…

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Eons passed as in my DNA seed I slept dormant, dreaming of a trillion ways to dissect that worm, Anakin!!!

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    Learning that I was in a hell and while I was being digested after protecting LEIA, LUKE and HE killed AMIDALA… the only person ever to love me… it was too much.

     Would I fall into the depths of the darkside? Hell no! I will never lose myself again!!! I invoked the slow rehabilitation of the indiclorean and suprakhan medicine therapy.

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Indiclorean would make me resistant to all spiritual mumbo-jumbo of the force, dark or light. Suprakhan- well… this is simply high tech half pcp half sky-meth that I inject straight into my crotch with a ten gauge needle… right into a catheter where my asteroid snake USED to be. Boba planet 1 & 2 still crank out star killing bio drenaline…
My little secret. Darth was ugly and got no action. I have a harem. Go figure.
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With my new army and my aim to destroy all “hokey religion with my blaster”… it should be a cinch.

If anyone is wearing too silly of clothing, they are an immediate kill. Sorry. Not really. I am Boba. My revenge is love… pure love, speed, thrill. Amen.

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Son of Yoda… you lazy bun of a sitch… you are next.

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Next:
“Death Of ‘Odar’, Son Of Yoda”

If Not For Money, Could We Live?

         People cannot live without money. Money becomes a clock and this clock pools up but does not release the rich. Money is not the greatest motivator. The threat of the lack of it is a fine disciplinarian and terminator.

        One could get to an island and do all free of money- but such experiment one starts WITH MONEY. So nothing is changed.

       Debt is ink and record. It is legal record, a decree, a type of non-felony crime. Debt is a legalized crime. Collection is legalized death threat and extrortion. Its harassment.

       A bullet aptly landed eliminates debts. If the one with a grudge will not stop hurting grandmas, I say- “Take a non-metal bullet of a word of terror and sink it into his or her eye non-mortally but as swift as Dexter.

       I am Libertarian. But I am not that partisan. I am too far off the radar… lol. This country may be totally screwy, but I will help mop up. And I am disabled. I work for the blue collar man. My brothers work for to help the rich, the impoverished. We watch our areas on this whole planet, and pray for other countries.

      It is our heart that is connected. We give our freedom away and yet we are free. This is for joy and maximum gain. To gain a clear view of tbe world… unafraid to live and die in it,
knowing that the cause has
always been “lost”…

       Is THIS SO?? The cause is lost. Lost things, lost dreams, lost feelings, cast aways, rejects, the lonesome, those who lost hope, faith and love.

       I have had love returned to me, so I know how to bring it. It is a slow process. I write about what I love. My favorite conversation this year was not an “I love you”. Those are fantastic. It was a “thank you”- a “thank you, I was suicidal and yoh gave me the New York State crisis number on Facebook!”

        Well no problem, little bro! I know first hand what dissociative drugs in mass dose do. You were all alone too! My parents were always gone and I was alone and ill in a 5000 sq. ft. house. I renounced wealth like Siddhartha. I knew NOTHING like I do now!!

     So J., you were ME. To a Mother Theresa kind of christian, (me) the hurting ARE Jesus! So you were TWO of my favorite people.

     More love
     More power
     More of YOU in my life

     I will partake
     In the care, even of
        enemies
     And in this I make enemy
        “friend”

     It is not a trick
     It is real
     We keep on moving
     This is not a “smothered
        for Life deal”
     It is a calculated, timed feel
     For where Jesus’s spirit
          now is

     Holiness unto OUR lord
     Someone is in need
     If it is safe
     And good
     Do none of the “shoulds”
     Examine your authenticity
     Do as you “ought”

     First meditate
     What has Christ bought
     By the cross?
     Call him Lord. Speak of
         him. Believe God raised 
                     him. To life.
     To he one who does- the
        life is in you. Turn from
        deadly ways. Do not say,
     “I live forever and live
       however in freedom.”
       Freedom is to have the
       life where you love and
          receive love and pure
             things. Power to
      Be whatever. Not to
    always say, “Uh…
                 whatever.”
    Resolve must absolutely be
     part of the christian I.D.
     in all the generations since
    Christ resurrected then
    departed.
    No singular Church on
    Earth is of Heaven.
    The churches of The
      Apocalypse are 7.

    Where? In Spirit.
    Go where he leads you
    Young spirited people
    Male, female alike
    Do live your lives from the
        heart
    Remember the God above
        you before the setting
    Of Night
    And your breath return
    And you find an eternal
      Homestead

   

Return Of Boba Fett

     Meeting in a calcified cavern of the stomach of the Beast, monks of the order of Naam searched for the bones of a warrior so geneticly perfect…

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The name of this warrior is known on Los Isley as “Boba Fett”. Boba Fett was long ago executed, thrown into the beast- and digested.

     There was little hope of finding a trace of him. Until…

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“Over here!”, the voice of Maldove rose.

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Maldove the  daughter of Sideway Priestess Onnah took and found out of a helmet- just a skull. It was Boba’s helmet. It had dents as pictures showed and the Tiranium metal was indigestable… perfect.

Jangoan Temple

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    Coming back to the temple, they were careful not to be followed by the Hutt. Since the extermination of the Tusken, the Hutt intermarried and created a twisted race that initially needed life support and were given to suicidal tendancies. Hutt live in pain but also are treacherous.

      The race created an “indiclorean-enriched” being resistant to the Force. These bi-pod humanoid Hutts are blue and in anathema disregard the prophecies and make UP strange ways, foretellings and fulfill them with science.

    In a lab, Andu Hutt waits…

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    He waits for gene therapy.
He will be made genetically equal to Boba Fett.

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      He will BE Boba Fett.

  A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was a princess. Her name was Amidala. Boba was in love with her. Even though she was married to a terrible man.

      Amidala seperated from Anakin and lived on Alderan. Boba tried the best he could to get to her…

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   She waited for her hero, again…

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    But it was too late.

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    Amidala had a vision of Fett taking Leia to safety, and mourned the destruction of her people bitterly and called out to Boba.

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Obi Wan Kenobi encountered Boba and took little Leia and Luke from him at Aldma Station. Incensed, and not knowing the Force and how necessary this was as Darth Vader was their father- an evil, wicked warrior, Boba Fett took the Vow of Taan- a vow to follow free mercenary life in exchange for repentance from all personal vengence. Boba was as our Ronin Samurai are. Deadly. He stopped feeling. Or did he?

Necronomikon

     My transfusion was complete…

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I took on even his memories?? Wait! The skull is cursed!

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Stop!

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Noooo!!

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It is HER! She did this. The daughter of the priestess was jealous… I… my body… I…

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                      I am
                      Boba
                      Fett

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