At The French Doors With A Knife

That was the voice of the man who slashed my wife

It wasn’t in the news

It was in a small country

Called “home”

My wife cannot “love” me anymore

Due his BREAK-IN?

We were in our underwear in bed

I shot 3 shots

Three to the face

“Kiss of God”, the angel told me

“kiss of god”, I thought

I hit his face… in a mirror

He came nearer

To her

Stabbed HER for shooting at him

She doesn’t sleep with me

She sleeps by herself

Every night

And every day

The knife wounds do not heal

As if she died


It has been eight years

In Alta, Ukraine

Every year a bomb goes off at the penitentiary holding my wife’s murder


I’m the bomber who bombs in the frozen roses. YES it does cost me a lot. Helicopter rental. Good pilot is my friend. Drop the 1000 frozen roses, rice like I am marrying you to my wife in death. Is she dead?

Reader, do you doubt? Alta is not the city. Do you think I want to get caught?

European reader of my assassination blog asked how much the roses ARE. In Euros. Well, in Euros zero is zero. We steal them since in the hierchal ethics of bombing a prison, theft is a bubble gum felony. You still want a number? Getting them to hold water and freeze is HARDER than ordering the bomb FPS Russia wouldn’t even show…

I see it go off. It makes me sick. There is no skill or ceremony to it. All of life has been overcast.

none of this has been truth

some of this has been truth

half of this has been half-truths

from  A particular point of view

the dinner of this ragged world is paid for, and “btw” slop is optional

listen for the sounds of slop hitting the plate and EAT peasant

( some people deal themselves THOUGHTS of this kind of thing every day… why should they deserve to feel like anything less than a somebody?- they tell themselves.

The control of this voice, though is far more difficult than any of the psychological experts are saying.  It’s not a psychological voice!!  It’s a psycho illogical voice of poison… and I guess only writers can detect true demons. Yes, demons. How else do you explain natural death?  People say we evolve so now let me make a point.  If we evolved we give out to the point of being immaculately detailed and self-sustaining in living to no more than 75 years in a GOOD working body.  Who thinks mother nature for making me think that there was a God and spending all my years looking for him but it turns out that I am no more valuable than some food on the shelf all the Zen thank you so much. We all know there is more. Maybe not the God you want or don’t want but SOMETHING and somebody loves the human race. And can name all the sharks, tigers and terrorists. If you are against judgment, please let the terrorists free.

its more complex than this

When a terrorist dies early from being assassinated, I say:

nothing. Because the cab drivers on the west coast act kind of meccanically, listen to Imam radio.  I bet the CIA would be interested in the immigration trend where I’m at . And who. I’m 95% sure my imagination writes “threat sightings”  where there are none.

I know there are these movies and I guess I kind of like them to that all the types of James Bond character shooting people for the country and after seeing a movie on our own USA interrogation holding people looking for Osama bin Laden……  I know the American people are a victim of something !!!!

The American people are victim of being fed a story that Osama bin Laden was Satan. The simple 10 year search for one man was kind of a billion dollar bedtime story. In this story the bin Bad Wolf got a better death than he deserved. The End. Oh this might backfire into Pakistan and fuel school shootings there where my friend’s kids go to school. They lived. The End.

do I sound mad?

im emoting today

please do not look up Pakistan. There is truely a high incest rate. It is probably fueling the Taliban bazaar bombings. If the U.S. pulled out it would be best, but not for me because Shayan Afridi is a 10 year old I care about there. He and I have the same rare blood disease. I am glad he is young because at my age I question my value thru what I can do still and disabled, I write. My WEIRD question:

I know I am a good writer. Doing WHAT, I actually DO know my power and purpose,  especially when I’m being stupid for fun- I  actually worry about being too stupid in words.  I think everybody who is writing does.  Stupid question is do I enjoy writing anymore?  Kind of sometimes not really.

i’m going to stop this train

I’m going to stop t

I was starting to get irritated by the sound of my own ways and voice

pleah! (Cat puking)

Hey look at the shit I’d try to get away with what I’m writing !!  Follow me everybody


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