MY BOOKS ARE NOW GOING TO BE ON AMAZON.COM... YOU WILL BE ABLE TO GOINTO BOOKSTORES AND ASK FOR THEM.
Yes, no more is my shameful writing just available to a few connesiurs of this bizarre, gonzo writer on Chicago's north side.
I have been off line going over the books, and adding some things the publisher required, like a title page. I had been starting with dedications, but I guess you need a title page. It is kind of a big deal. The place where I have them, LULU, offers these services like five hundred bucks, but they liked my work, or thought I had potential or something, and wanted to sign me on, make them my official publishers. It is good to be noticed, and given this opportunity to finally get my books out all over this here world.
WE ARE GOING TO FUCKING CHANGE THIS WORLD, FOLKS. WEED IS GOING TO BE LEGALIZED AND THE JAILS WILL BE EMPTIED OF THE POT HEADS... THE DAY I QUIT SMOKING WEED IS THE DAY THEY CLOSE THE LAST FUCKING BAR. UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WILL TAKE MY DRUG OF CHOICE AS A RIGHT, NOT AS A FUCKING CRIME.
I got so pissed when I heard the pope was making drug use a sin because it adds to the criminal elements power. I have to give it to the vatican, they were diplomatic, and their proposal has a ring of sanity to the unsuspecting. The truth is, making weed a sin will drive people from that church, into mine. So, screw them.
I have been off line, like I said. I thought the part was going to cost me alot, and it turned out to be a ten dollar thing they had on the corner. I am so happy to be connected again.
A lot has been happening. Mostly inside of me, where I have been in Jesus mode, finishing up that book, trying to give more context to the poetry. I ended up thinking that there is an entirely other book to be written about what I went through. I went back and forth on which events I was going to write about. Unfortunatly, I know a lot of Top Secret Shit now, and this is stuff they do not want you to know, and shit that might cause a witch hunt among people who were just doing their best in the worst of circumstances.
I have never had a year like the last couple, with all the attention to my blog because of the revolutionary poems, and all the people who are convinced that I am an angel or Jesus or a wizard or the anti christ or a unicorn or buddha or the god of mars or whatever... I have become a bit of underground sensation gone global.
What you read here is perused by the biggest stars in Hollywood, as well as spies who would like to find a smoking gun in my hand -- I have never even owned a gun, or involved myself in a radical organization, or plotted against the government. I did get attacked by them, and they drugged me and caused my back pain to increase. This all sounds paranoid and whatever... but, I am enmeshed in the Intelligence world now. I have made it clear that I will work for none of them, and all of them. I am not against spies, per se. That would be stupid. I am also not against monitoring terrorists, but when they have almost a million peace activists under survaillance in this country, something is wrong.
Our country now allows phone taps. Your phone and blog are probably monitered for key words.
People wonder why I misspell a lot? You misspell the hot button words, and they will not come up on the NSA searches. Make sense?
It is too late for me to ever be off their radar. I have also put myself in some physical danger with this writing. People take me wrong. I can be pretty harsh, and that is never going to go away.
I have been working with a camera man to shoot some footage. I will at least be putting up some poetry videos next week, if nothing else, and a teaser for the upcoming Belly Dancing Around Chicago.... You will get to see me with much shorter hair. When I was in jail, I got it all buzzed off, around the eighth of october, it was a tangled up mess. The jail combs broke in my hair. They did not medicate me for my chronic pain for the first seven days, so I was taking abunch of showers everyday, like ten, to get a little relief from the agony... the constant wet hair was annoying as hell. I just had them nub my head. M loved the look. It made me feel mean... well, the hair and jail. I came out of jail thinking There is no way in hell I will go through that again, no matter who has to fucking die. I have somewhat mellowed on this approach, but I the way they treated me in jail was criminal. People were in real distress in amedical ward where you got your pills only after seven days. People needed things like catheters (he had a bullet in his back and needed it to empty his bladder). He was in the bunk above me and I felt so fucking sorry for him. A good guy.
Anyways... I am just kind of blathering today. I am sorry if any of you think I am full of shit. You really need to wake up to how fascist this country has become. I have experienced their ways now, know how they attack. Luckily, with the radio show and the thousands, millions who know of me, they would have more trouble than they want if they try to take me on.
I mean this... if they come for me, I expect you to tear some shit up.
Just kidding. I can take whatever they do to me. As a writer and a thinker and a very street wise mother fo, I have always found I can befriend about anyone. Brains means a lot in prison. I mean, I ended up hanging out with these big time gang bangers because almost no one in there could spell, and most had limited vocabularies. The one guy was a champion, talked a lot about playing some big mobster all the time when he was locked up before. The Mobster used to bring them all sausage samwiches every friday, and all the cons loved him. They would cheer when he won, and get alll pissed when my buddy beat him.
I could not write or really settle down without something to cut down my pain, but once I was medicated almost properly, I realized that jail for me would mean a lot of books, and painting, and teaching.
I do not want to ever be locked up again though. Chicago has me locked up in a kindly sort of way.
We went to Navy Pier downtown this week, saw cirque de shang hai, and they were wonderful. The pier juts off downtown chicago, and has a huge ferris wheel. The stage is under a permanent white tarp, and birds were flying through while the acrobats were performing. Amazing what the human body can do. The women were so amazingly edible in their tights. I wanted to take like ten of the into the bedroom, you know...
Acrobats always turn me on. I mean, you can't help but picture them nude... or at least I do. Of course, I do that with everyone... so if I am ever meet you, look at you and projectile vomit... you will know it is time to quit kidding yourself about your appearance and get backto the fucking gym.
Speaking of appearance, the beaches are loaded with Bikini's this time of year. It is like heaven down there. I know a lot of the people who are there. Like the kite man, who I am going to make a little movie about, and all the dog walkers, of course... such a friendly neiborhood, really. I say hello to everyone, usually. OCciasionally, like today, I wear my dark shades and head phones. Head phones allow you to seem preoccupied. I have more fun though when I say hello to everyone.
I have a few new poems to put up, and that is what I meant to add, but here I am, after not getting to write on anyting except the books for the last few weeks, it is nice just to write one of those everywhere blog entries...
I usually end up erasing these kind of entries... or when I abonden one blog, I leave them behind. Oh, well.
Big Love to all of you. Pray for peace. Fight for justice.
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