01.13.03 c.e -- 11:40 A.M EST

deep within the Lower East Side ambles a man called Rolando.
he is a wisp of a man, yet towers over most, with salt-peppered hair,
and equipped with a thick Italian accent.
he collects select pieces of trash, cleans them, and then creates pieces of art.
if yr walking around the area yrself, perhaps you would notice flower sculptures..
made of cut up soda cans, and pipe cleaners hung on fences in certain locations.
pay homage to this man for he knows what time it is.
he is also one of the several gentle hearts of the L.E.S
anyways, i received an email from him, he wrote how this brink of war..
is a world wide poker game.. and how i was in one of the key player's country recently.
S. Korea, although it really is N. Korea, they will both be affected regardless..
it is tricky.. i have family there.. and those guys are no strangers to war.
so if you are male and living in the United States.. IF there will be a draft in 2003..
please do us both a favor and sneak over to Canada.. the helmuts they make you..
wear suffocates the brain, therefore causing frontal lobes problems,
thus allowing the individual become mentally crosseyed and will obey any sort of commands.
'Kill.PILLAGE!BURN!INTIMIDATE!snarl.spit.blah.blah'
all empires must fall, as it is, Ozymandias had a brief flash of insight onthat.
but please, please do not allow this post bring down yr spirits.. it is our present..
and also something that we do have some choice in a microcosmic sorta way.
we are also aware that micro=macro, yeas.

so Plato says there is a streak of the irrational in the Universe.
i'd like to venture that world governments in general are riding that streak like mad cowboys.

i leave in about one month to Australia.
don't know which way i'm going, but that is fine cause it feels good inside.
something is waking up. pushing upwards. it is in the DNA programming.

tomorrow, i meet up with JT upstate NY and we will stand on a mountain top..
and it is on bush walks through forests... i feel most clarity.. and not clouded by
city miasma, collective neurosi, and lack of carbon dioxide.
let me tell you about how i dragged my family to the Bronx botanical garden on New Years day.
a shard of glittering glory in the Bronx.
we walked through simulated desert and rainforest environments..
staring at sci-fied flora and bree-e-eeaa--thed in the air that is *alive*
we all grew deliriously happy from the Co2 magic brain food.
go forth. nature is perfect and plants are more evolved than humans, i reckon.

so i wish you deep relaxation. take care.

d.