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nUkiEmOLe sToRies #10/ 15 Jan 2012 © innocuous: sessions w bin Ladin, M. Atta, Z. Moussaoui, Aiman Farahwiri & SINC

nUkiEmOLe sToRies #10/ 15 Jan 2012 ©

innocuous: sessions w bin Ladin, M. Atta, Z. Moussaoui, Aiman Farahwiri & SINC

 

This story regards the “artist” in trust for and w his/her society or onward unto the miser’s-Image the brand of poverty remains a usury, while all-Abounding is open-Freedom and introspection forever a discipline until the space and tools goad forth into the wirk-zones. My two-Vans were the wirk-Zones, and all around the u-S and Canada and Mexico, where they did go. As Alan Watts did say “necessity is only logic”. I riddled my thinking in prose and free-verse poetry. I listened and I did relating. Mine was how to aspect socio-Political change and help maintain “politicos” for whom we-all-were onward the trek-Path: geography of respite in the “nuclear-Molecular” is no respite– at all! He continues, “We stand apart from Life, but we have no time and a curious feeling of emptiness” the feeling of alienation or the fidelus of ecstasy (“Insight & Ecstasy” Alan Watts, program #BB052702). There are many people that I met, some that I did get to know, and some w whom I talked who had understanding to where the Existentialist and “anti-Nuclearist world” was going.

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I tried not vacillate. I tried one women after another who had an open mind—too many smoked cancersticks, and many did not understand industrial-Relations as a finite of ends and means in a field of fine-Arts, or that art-Making was not everything and oNLY. Did they help me by their sharing, whether sexual or platonic? Yes. Personally are they yet w me? No. Women had Life rougher than being an artist and living from me two-Vans. I was anti-Nuclearist, and to understand that concept, a gal had to at least have principles and know how to converse, at least be a thinkor or musician who kept apace of proclivities anti-Wars are anti-Nuclear, aren’t they? This was the perennial-Question. Asked but never ans-wered by sweetness in Valaria Mezynski or Kate Wolf. I was also a partial outcast, because they did not know. No, because they could not or did not take time in finding-Out what Alan Watts was all about, as his correlatives were the pejorative or not-Knowing.

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Two factors started to relate. One was living in two places while relating anti-Nuclear-ist dispositions on reduction or disarmament of those radionuclides still heading overhead on their molecular ways to Crescent city—where the pacific trade winds start w warmer waters off-the-coast (there). The other was traveling w the Ecology group or bunking in w Rev-Paul exhausted from protests, marches, liaisoning, or demonstrations. In 1972,my treks to Hanford, nevtest-Site, Los Alamos, Pantex, Kansas City, both Lawrence-Labs and get-ting into St. George to study downwinding from above-Ground. All this made for a polyglot of interaction where women were provincially attached, or local and disparaged from travels as the hippie-Thing! In 1974 I was living in Grass Valley, Hayward Hill arts-Studio “civic-Ave” and Berkeley cities—all bitchen-California (b-Cal). By 1974 I had collected enough metals and had no fulltime-Parttime job, but I had heard Krishnamurti, Alan Watts and had studied w him as well as studied w Chalmers Johnson, Carl Sagan, Linus Pauling and Rev Paul and Michael Parenti, and Noam Chomsky, and Allen Ginsberg. This space-Time was for me, was a propitious consortium to Thought and discourse, not that they did not impart something, nor that they each taught me some immense proportions about “nuclearism” or “nuclear-Molecular” but that I did not get enough. These are your INtelligentsia as well—if, you read, understand and corroborate w truths.

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The quest for living an organic life-style had begun a decade ago, when I realized that I’d protested in high-School and I could meet fellow-Boomers who may have done the same, or could correspond to lacking indifference of ill-will, ill-rebuke, not having come into “bureaucratic-Vogue (quite yet). One day, in 1974 I had just returned to Berkeley and near where I used to stay across the street from a park, 4 houses from where Patricia Hearst was renting, the cops had been swarming like locusts. I decided to go park and move routine, because I was about outta-gas (for the month). I was not quite convinced that “journalism” could be less painful than my body’s pains post two—Knee operations and a pulled left: hamstring muscle from air-Force Academy track @ 7,300 feet altitude. I also had a broken lower-Left rib, and each hand had been broken twice. The fibia bone was also finding a partial wobble from 1961—free-lancing w tree limbs. One “social: thingy-Bop” had I known about the word-Term: INvestigative-Reporting a whole lot better, I may not have been able to keep my “anti-Nuclearist discretions and directions in a-Okay anarchism.

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I tried to feature myself living in People’s Park but camped on the sidewalk, and got up for espresso’s and the helicopters brought a skink-like condition. Where a renown person comes to me and asks for advice, or consolescence—like lots of veterans who are sidewalk prone, or blind-People w.o. welfare and social-Security backup healthcare planning, social-Werkors also do what I do at street-Level—they’re in offices. This day a host of afro-Amers three-persons walk past as my side-doors are open to curbside in front of World Savings. Then, somebody comes rite-UP and asks a question before I could even turn around to ans-wer. I’d usually kept a placard in the front of Van-1 (and continued this practice w Van-2) even while camped in the high-country ‘rockies’! I was “uppe-Front” in other words. Being hip wasn’t all, and I was into becoming very-Much: hip? Now, there were four persons—as one was told to go back!

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I was asked questions about “nuclear-Weapons” but these guys were, like Arabs, and I’d not met, oNLY seen one prior, and who were they: all! There was one tall, guy about 19 years and 6’5” inches. Anythingy-Bop spoken by the others had to be passed by the curtain of this “quasi-Riche” type-Dude. When I heard their speech-Language, I did figure Farsi on one, but on the other—also middle-Eastern, I figured maybe not grad-Students. The next time I am asked a barrage-of-Questions will be on kPFA-fm. My own program, if you will is very much needed. A necessity of sidewalk respite, and resbits of nuclearist tidbits on their purposefully negating-Life? I did not love this particular day. Too much is too-Much: not happening? Dig.

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The very next time I am run-Down by outsiders, was an erstwhile “question’ not an occasion mind you. Whereas women can ask would you have sex w me and I can answer, but these sidewalk-Scenes are renown as “side-Trippes” or other-Trippes. Hisptirs do take care of “hip-Jargon’ but language as word-Usage and wordage, and word-Adages is for “Semanticists” or professors-of-the-university-Dad. Those guys were not hip-Language, not localized people, not peoples-Park campors (as opposed to camp-Errs, like litter-Buggars), not global-Village communes in dire-Straits returning to Ba-zerke-Lee for “happenings”. These Arabs were not a happening? Dig.

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How can “integration survive. Since the second Civil-Rights movement, a re-Enact-ment, in the deep-South where written history was best observed: word-of-Mouth, I had to maintain my “R” is righteousness, namesake, because. While I am righteous, a hipstir, and into Philosophy, because the Universities are too-Toxic (got this from the chemical condi-tions from pre-Empt PMS). Like, my trips into Mexico were also on my-Mind—into the mind-Scape, today goes fact of non-Virtues, that Mexico has as many impoverished children per capita as the u-S! Like we-Boomers were quite hip to “we don’t need four-Letter word: surnames, because we already don’t need five-letter Nixon, and three-letter Ray-goon—as r-a-w as they are”. This begat the “R-scape: scene” where the roadside was “R” litter and then before a flash-flood or conflagration (huge swirling crown forested-Trees fires). The R-Scene went along slowly for 5 years and then once I got into Trukken, I noticed a ‘very’ definitive-Change. I was being followed again, oNLY by wordage, this time not fBIS and cIAS, and turkey-Shoot veterans at the VFW not saying much of everything.

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Now, there are differences between the coast-range and the high-sierras, one that we call ‘canopy’. Canopy is the encapsulation of closeness i.e. not grossness, not even excess. I have a photographic-Memory. I was also a child-prodigy. I felt I needed to maintain pride, but that behavioralists are correct, pridefulness is excess-Ego. My prodigalness was to be exposed in increments I’d already established before I learned I did not know who Osama bin Ladin, was. The Ecology group was semi-Pertinent, semi-Cruel—at least mostly toward me. They were not socialists nor was I into psychology, altho I thought Debbie was oNLY that she had an appeasing sidelight for a strong-Mind—and encapsulation. I was never allowed to ride their horse, was a prima-Facie, a letdown on physical nurturing that I had to encompass, as enlightened on Prof Sam’s part—or Steve and Deb. But, lots of Berkeley was super-Hip, as much as the University patrons had been supra-lame or pseudo-lame they were also a constant or non-Constant of super-Npwehere, and soooo I had proffered that the Abolition: nuclear-Weapons people were castigatg my “Reduction to below 1,ooo” catharsis, which was where the u-S thermo-Nuclears produced “conditionalized-Level” was in 1961. Also, this is what disparaged the military-hegemony: plutocrats throughout the fifties, the no-so-Bitchen McCarthy eracism of ennui and tokenism, and excess-is-Digress!

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I was never into “writing novels” altho I’d met Stephen King in Maine and thought his “discipline” extra-Exemplary—and Howard Zinn had tried to talk me from “anti-Nuclear-ist” because the practice of peace-is-Behavioral, I could not digress—oNLY progress for-ward–until I returned his torque onto the discussion of NSDU-238 gain three-Times, and the next ‘space-Time’ we met center-Focus at ‘school-of-Assassins protest: 1989’ before those meetings w Bruce Gagnon and Dr. Benjamin Spock, the behavioralist pediatrician who had maybe read Dr. Ernest Sternglass, but neither had gotten to where I was in 1991, trying to hear Dr Leonard Dietz. Onward NSDU-238, the slow-task, priority number-One: dissemination of stat and fact-finding. The next time I would see Osama, the man, bin Ladin was in the middle of the Afghan-Iran desert, w.o. water and food for 2.5 days. That was in 1981, and I’d been thru northern Afghanistan the year before, 1980 and felt that no-Prioritizing beyond “peace thru reduction nuclear-Weapons’ was my proponent “volition”!

Osama’s entourage evidently been persuing some Holywood or cIA aganet’s attaché` Holywood forensics, but they caught me after one of the extended Steve Young contacts overtook my daylight desert aridness slow-pace. What could he say other than in his dis-passionate sense of profundity for another American—since I’d seen and maybe talked w him several-Times, but he seemed more like a body-Guard or a stunt man studying every-one-Else. I was too, observing the stressures regarding “peace as Reduction” and would have halted for my amiable-Discussion: to talk” however, they had too many AK-47’s and M-16’s and AR-15’s and a gurney w `el Osama, under the shade of wool, like a four-posted chair outta Holywood. I let this “plant” task itself, or they can come to me. The guy waved to me to approach. That he was 25 paces close made sense they had come this far to find, maybe, me. Who else? I waved at him to approach and stated “please do not point those weapons” altho they seemed professed to talk, in a beguiled Arabic, and I had known of ARANCO, this was not their peninsula. There were sixteen of them and lil-Ole: me. But for the service of diplomacy “fact-finding” what open-Discussions there were to be known and heard regarding “NSDU-238 and thermo-Nuclear: radiologic-weapons”! Mabe he knew, mabe he did care. Mabe peace is a nobel-Prize for thoughtlessness-Excess. Sheesh?

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My pursuant explicitness may have needed at least Charley Klatt been around, but we had split to find water each-his-own. What is desert surround is, usefully what shad and creepy snakes around, or insects w toxicity-Minds. I felt that everyone had let me down i.e. not myself. I recognized the face, bearded as the man from Telegraph Avenue in front the world Savings, but why? Because I’d faced danger w the camel-Ride from Kandahar, in the western expanses leading toward that infernal fenceline of hot, arid, desert Iran, Afghanis-tan into Quetta Pakistan and back— w Hamid Karzai. Was he proving the “Ugly Ameri-can” was truth? Now, the volatile rapprochement w.o. a warning! Hey somebody have a beer? All the while I felt no need for explanation, and should have accepted the wave as space-Time re: reduction of Nuclear-Weapons, or that Steve Young had set-me-UP w a double hyperbolie? and I knew how intemperate the tribal people’s needs were. Oligarch-Central was not yet upon me, but Plutocracy-INviolate had happened back in 1957. Sheesh!

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I was invited to protets w the Berrigan’s, an attempt by Rev Paul to bind more w their activities, and was aghast thatPaulSawyetr since 1980, had not given back the credo on “defense-is-not Beholden” because he’d not admitted hat NSDU-238 was a curse, a foment awaiting as others and myself had said. The Berrigan’s did not go that way either because they were not Catholic Workers but because they had no information that came back to them from theirs as beings into peace thru prophetic-Was, too. That in words give to me from Father Daniel Berrigan, when I dropped by the House not Jonah House—the old crash-Haus. Okay, but when I got outta Baltimore, and into Arlinton I was asked by Hamid’s older-Brother, who owns the Restaurant in the immediate region, if they remembered me. He said how could they all forget that I had helped keep his father secure—money not munitions nor opium?

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This once there they reminded me that I had done a great service from my three-days beneath the camel’s blanket atop the camel into and from Quetta/.blanket. The money was $10,000 which was UNdisclosed payment, but not to me, about what we’d picked-UP in Pakistan, yet Unknowing,. I refuse, altho I knew I would be years behind in my arts-Tools, had I mused further I would have accepted, because this was a gift in the form of a “peace-Gesture”” from where I could start into an nGO or peace—Justice or amiable Institute. Soooo, I refused and tried to pick-UP information on NSDU-238 around Wash d-C. Then my mind went back to Quetta/Kandahar, the fact was INcomplete in my meidfczally disparaged tirdness from should beating-Ailment. What do you want? That question came to mind, but was not enough to go along, forward w courtesy to not asking questions Undeserved! $10,000 from Hamid Karzai’s brother, when in 1983, I was in the Baltimore-Washington and Wilmington megapolis region. Why? Because I’d faced danger w the camel-Ride from Kandahar Afghanistan into Pakistan and back—all the while I felt no need for explanation, and should have accepted the $10,000 which was UNdisclosed payment to me about what we’d picked-UP in Pakistan. Soooo, I refused and tried to pick-UP information on NSDU-238 around Wash d-C. I knew how intemperate the tribal people’s needs were. Then, that oligarch-Central was not yet upon me, but plutocracy-INviolate had happened back in 1957.

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The fact missing was “virtue” and not righteousness, nor indignation! I wish I’d been able to get Rev Paul on the phone, his wife did not have the number in New England where I could reach him and await a day or two. I lousy, s]and finally came upon “virtue” and in another six years I would be back this way, once again. Let’s aspect “virtue” as there is Steve, the need for peace-Polemic that he put-forth, but never gave as attention-Span, nor word-Wordage. I did that. My friends could not go forward in our whole and Universal quest for understanding one-another and absorbing what we’d offered and/or integrated in these free-discoursing people, some quite ‘democratic’ those not we did not see, because, Steve had made a pact w his wife and probably Prof Sam. I’d like to know a score years back, what some of those absorption “Thoughts” of his really were? However, given oppor-tunity ‘chance’ and then that what happened afterward was utterly incredible. A one hundred percent more “peace” that both: nuclearist-Weapons our number-One amenity was our-List on the Existentialist Quests? The way of Zen, is not that meta-Physics exists in a cog, but that cognizance is as Sartre had digested and assured back toward humanity. Did Jean Paul know of Zen Buddhism? We knew morosely that Jung had helped decipher this need forwarding why ‘integration’ is not meant by “arms-Sales”!

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Many times in the 1970’s I would transcend my indifferences of bars for obviating food-stuff: organics, and head into the Southlands. I would pique my interests in finding women, or at least looking and meeting. And then, I would move back Coloradie for six months, but what got me was Gisele Bundchen, who I had met in Haight Ashbury. There were many others w whom my bone-Apertif was weld-Aware, singular, but disparaging be oNLY able to wirk parttime and figure losing my healthcare, called Medical or Medicaid when in Coloradie. The southlands visits got me to satisfy the demand features of population in need of Defense—at what impervious levels? The gift was not possible, at that time, thus I knew like when I was being looked-at-in-Abiding overture by Osama, that there could be follow-Thru usuried portentousness. The portentousness was both, no defense to the people, and now, no-Healthcare continuing. But, when I left Karzai’s house, I wanted to turn around. I would have lost SSI but I would have maybe had a chance to have offspring! Gisele I would meet every-time when in dN-tN LOS. She’d know where I was like I knew where my drivor-License wallet is.

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I had met Farrah Fawcett again, and helped w the light angles on 30-specifics, finally getting an eye, from the cumliest “lassie’ and Brande Broderick and I would sunbath naked near her house boat—on the lagoon. Thus, 1983, 1987,1988, 1989 visits to the Southland. The woman-Scene I was wont to enterprise, because I knew that the Vagina, really is more consternation “societal” and more complex that high-School sophmorish ‘sex-Classes’. I really wanted to study and purchase those sexual-Books, positions on both dispositions and physicality. Even those great books were not enough, to enterprise a more precise adapta-tion about how complex feelings are over that of emotions, until by 1987. Soooo who in heck is going to help techie the sexual-Maturity: revolution, was where my mind was set. The vagina is really a beautemous organ. Wowsville, the Bohemian word-Term did not come off the Naval ships post-War, but did come from experience and gracious conviviality of viewing the whole metamophizing Sociology on the maturing aspects of where birth begins, and sexual unity enters the meta-Physical confines of why not have defense. Those aspects of “inclusion”! That was why both the sexual-Revolution and happening occurred, but how had soooo many hippies dropped out of truth in rational, the logical approach, Gisele had said to me. Brande had asked her. (see the story of the Southland–in this vol-ume-6).

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I had never wanted to back-Track on finding how photography is not my main-theme, because “landscape” and Ecology were my geographical-Domain. I had wanted to dig under how much these “models” were being or had been paid, but also to experience what their basic identity-Crisis was. What I knew knowing what “defense” is was okay to discuss. How would that correlate in terms of sexual connotation, and clothes-Design I knew as connected inferences and not merely innuendo, but of smarts, that all these women exuded and came across w when/if, I ever made a mis-apprehensive gesture. I was there as a visual-Aegis portends of sexuality that I had gained from nude-sessions all around the west i.e. parties, boats on Mead Reservoir,rivers, hot-Springs in wilds, ocean beaches w homesexuality at foreplay for Revolution. All these were anecdotal, but I was merely into trying to find whether Brande had someone, and that my knowledge could equal what I knew of “defense ispofacto innuendo’? What I had initially wanted was to observe women to hear some stats on their ways always being observed. I wanted to configure some anecdotes that would make an enterprising Calendar, where nudity could best be adjudged by age-Differences. Thee female boD has its hypothecary ways and its vulgarity. I did not stray and went back to sunning w Brande. I had to find another job in the Southland—1988 I had hitch-hiked there and back. My part-time job was trukken and getting’ my tanks class-A drivor License.

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I had kept, my study of Defense not dept of Offense: penataGooons quiet. What would happen to NSDU-238, I had kept as a major discern in ll facets of Active-Octane and portrayl, even going into the PenataGooons to meet people.. I had been back-East on the poetics-Coercion, experiment on space-Place, but that was a failing enterprise. The computers were making INroads. The poets did not want ‘activist” to be anti-Nuclearist because they were too-Homophile. Kiss the grease off-sidewalks, there is NSDU-238. I could have gotten more angry. However, I justly turned more Lefte, than introspection, rightie-Goof-Odds and punkie-Values. Their colors were ‘on’ their minds were ‘o-f-f’? My interests in “intel-Gence’ had not peaked. I kept hearing about “terrorism, and figured what was outta-Spin was N.A.T.O. and that SINC would yet be into “beauty” from this standpoint as much as not being able to comprehend what ‘level’ of vulnerability was. This was not beauty, this was animosity partaking of utilizing “resources” because the planet “could not handle the impasse” which was of course the plutocracy connivances mixing technocracy. No movies had done that much incitefully. Many movies had insight, and may have gotten that off me, personally due my travels, oftentimes outta film. Brande was worth trying to bond w and not oNLY sunbathe naked. SINC was never going to become somewhere, and NSDU-238 was somewhere? Dig.

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I went back in 1989, and was wont to ever head ‘east’ ever again. My alacrity was for finding a job, and quitting long-distance commute from Chico to Richmond b-Cal, but my dropping by Rev Paul’s in springtime, mid-March was not easy on my mind not having some many compatriots on NSDU-238. Theirs was no wanton regard but disregard. I had disregarded my humanity for the thoroughness of investigating why and where NSDU-238 had been suspended, but now wanted a job soooo that I could eradicate the ennui that socie-tal-Portrayals in angst were set-prone. That meant delving into having a steady companion, and werking onto the next plateau of SANE/FREEZE, which was coming slowly from the “non-Defense dispositions of Livermore Action group. This too meant stability and getting more those tools put-into-Practice as 15 years since was getting’ to me, too. Terrorism was not yet a wanton disreputable, but my training w Military Intelligence at Monterey I had been asked if I wanted to join there two-year session and regarded that as a threat against my mentality. SINC was what I could discern and not thru others, whether that aspect good or bad, nothing would come from the debauched “anti-Terrorism” that they needed input upon. I could not help there, but I would offer several points in session and well thought thru. We did not go further that way. SINC is a citizen’s defense mechanism. Period.

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I had swam across the Hudson river, the English Channel and from Angel Island to Tiburon, across the Mississippi four times, and across many lakes a mile and more, too. This would be a task, but not to swim, if ever there were a need for taskful enterprise in finding a so-called ‘defense-Leader’ from the people. The we-People! They had not noticed that I lived my life that way, but when I found the article on an add in the san-Fran news-papers, I decided to go to Monterey, read poetry check out the beaches, and then, I did swim from Robinson Jeffers Lighthouse atop the Carmel beach to Point Lobos state park, thru those 6-feet swells and cold waters. Fun at last could be—this was 1983, the year of great disparaging-change from no-to-Republic by Oligarchs to plutocracy is yours. Now, in 1989, I left rev-Paul’s in Berkeley and finally had enough money from my paycheck and could go three weeks before I’d have to report my earning at month’s end. En outré I heard the calling to listen to what Dr. Aiman Farahwiri was delivering to the medical-Association of California in San Jose.

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I had heard sums and ran-agrog of reception on my automobile, now Van-2. The news report was coming into clarity and that wordage gave me clarity, excerpts from his chastisement of the way, manner and idiocy to their medical inattention, medical-Care and medical-Observances. His was not stoic opinion. His reminded me of V-C-L especially Dioxin use and lack of medical-Payment backs those of Vietnamese,pending (yet not done today, either). Theirs was stoic-Embrace of plutocracy—I thought autocracy, though I do remember why. His was not saying nicely anymore. His was accoutrement to the over embellishment that was found elsewhere in medical-Juris, like psychology and torture when the 1990’s came around post NSDU-238 uses—usages. I kept driving, got to Santa Monica and w.i. a day Gisele Brundchen found me—once again, a gal who won’t love me because I told her she’s beautemous, but not my size. She reminded me that there were those I’d found, but I knew she had known that before we spoke, this time. She is smart.

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I found Brande at home, and then I went job hunting and applications results were to be phoned back to rev-Paul, who’s in northern-Cal not southland-Cal. I went over to the may-Fest in Santa Monica, and found some olde haunts—coffee haus’ and Charles Bukowski’s apartment upstairs where I’d stayed for four days years back. No calls were forthcoming. The probity was that Hispanics were getting those cheaper-tanker jobs. This was not shid-Ski Creek, get me Dr. Aiman Farahwiri back into my mind! This was Truman Capote’s “shit ohhh dear” famous beseechment:  phase/idiom! There were the black and white “Conditionalist” pointed fugue-Views, then there was the grey zone. The total increase in population altho noticeable, was not as expansive as a barrio should be. Wowsville, why go to Mexico for a vacation you can have festivities here. All that was excluding the wars in centRail-AmeRicas. We protested against crimes against-Humanity and I spoke to at least one hundred on nuclear-Weapons not being oNLY bombs but scatter-Method: belligerence on back-Burner. What was going to happened should I remember SINC more often if the black-Ops cIAS were goin’ to start or rather finish the fBIS in some neato terrorism is on the increase UN-justly for you: the people.

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The jobs that I thought would be available were not open, whether low pay or too-long the hours. That was tRukken. In 1983 I’d left and gone east into coal-country Navajo lands, and protested there w Ward Churchill and indige-Aspirants. Then, onward to uranium-tailings diggin’s outside of the Pueblos way west of Albuquerque w Russell Means. Then into Albuquerque at Sandia again w Ward Churchill then Damacio Lopez. I stayed around LOS until my sunning had gotten me brown. Maybe I should try some nudelie-Modeling. I found those jobs at art-Schools took applying to the union. How could I be into defense for the population and not have a home alongside CA-49—in the Sierras, foreinstance? Minus the alacrity on NSDU-238 what was the isotopic-truths. JPL had not had an answer last year when I focused on camping at one U-U church I had attended and protested from in the late sixties, too. What were the white-Fools for plutocracy into, also? Altho I should have asked, I could not bring myself to her blue-eyes and ask Brandi to stay w her! I should have gone back to my Richmond job, altho they’d told me they would need 90-days for a new contract on hauling deadly ‘asbestos’, and I had money. I did not want to go to Colorado. I headed east, and since then have not been able to return to Brandi. Due that I’ve finally started doing what was availing the principle of knowing NSDU-238.Writing? Dig.

 

[how leaving Brandi I was ‘cut-Off’ by an Hispanic liaison’s quest, that led me far-Astray and back into SINC… a story of whether ‘modeling-Nude’ is as gracious as photographing and/oR really relaxing from being into ‘defense’ from Radionuclides for the we-People and what is populous-Culture thru swimming and protesting and travel—and what fore has been women!]

 

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