The Nyacks. some say it is God's country over here. I have no idea what they mean. Some say it is filled with the backwards and others just plain folks., just trying to get a job done, get children raised and all those ordinary things. The thing that strikes me most is the ordinariness.

The roads out here are these narrow two lane jobs that some how through lack of planning became superhighways.

In the morning the sun out here is very strong. My dog seems to always find a place to sun himself. All the animals do.

The neighbors are distant but friendly.

If I was French I would talk about either my digestion or my love life. However, I am a bit more concerned

about how Satan's files are affecting the money markets. I have noticed recently that the Japanese have removed their moneys from the international investment arena. This is as a direct result of a North Korean computer expert getting direct access to the Japanese Pachinko market. Those false game cards circulated like crazy. Money sex, food...wild access to dreams...

They say it had something to do with that grandiose scheme of some wild copper trader at Sumitomo.

In the Nyacks, all the people get up at the crack of dawn. The sun is very strong. Some say it is reflected power of the Moon, however, Leonardo has disputed that in his Codex Leicester. In the Nyacks it is not a body of water that fills these ancient glacial plains. In the Nyacks, it is a body of emotion.

Some say that the road to hell is paved with glitter and tinsel and all the hairy parts of man and womankind. Some say that is the way to heaven. Many so called primitive people believe that happiness leads to good fortune...that what you do becomes who you are...

Awakening and desires are strong. In some cultures a girl is taken by the shamans at puberty.

One day everything out here was going just fine. The sun rose in it's particular place. Birds circulated at the birdfeeder. The blue jays pecking and the male and female cardinals with their variegated plumage ruling...starlings and grackles mousy but hungry and just so... always the crows and bold squirrels chasing them down. The crows are the loudest...caw...caw...It is like rats at a feast when they eat the eyes of a dead animal. You could almost see Hitchcock cackling.

So this North Korean Expert was hiding out in Thailand. He was above a girlie place. You know, the kind of place Japanese men make tours of, where there is continuous Karaoke and various entrances that are discreet. W ell, he went for the discreet.. His contacts were in building bombs...all neutral materials. He had a vague knowledge of the science even though his education had been interrupted by many wars, however, his primary liaison was through Iraq and Iran. There were experts imported from Former Soviet Russia that even the military would not acknowledge.

All that poverty in Russia was providing experts at dirt rate prices. A few cigarettes, a bottle of scotch and girlie magazines in the right place and one could do wonders.

This man had contacts. He could ask for things in eight different languages and make a girl blush.

A white piano is set up with a mike stand. A twelve year old girl from the provinces stands in a wedding dress. Her eyes banded. The gilt and glitter of the red dress in contrast to the drab surroundings. Many men eye her through the audience while much beer is drunk. The beer is cool. It drowns many thirsts and sorrows.

Meanwhile a food crisis is going on. People overturning carts in the market. Spices accelerated up nostrils. Complete sensory havoc. The sweet papayas have languished all year. The smell of ripe fruit is everywhere. A worshipper to Buddha turns in his solicitude to an old woman. It is only moments before the soldiers and their tear gas and guns. Guns have never yet brought wealth to this part of the land.

Three small children are being held at bay by what they perceive to be a large wolf (actually a dog). Two are hid under baskets. An old woman is badly burnt from frying oil. In the market the buzz and hum of natural repair sings. The men of the market do not accept flux and variation without a severe price.

The twelve year old from the provinces twirls in her fancy dress. Two Japanese , an American, a Bengali and two Arabic Princes finger the cloth. Last week an eight year old went for an unbelievable sum.

Sensuous, unctuous fluid. These are all the elements of dreams or a dream world.

So Sam wakes up early on a Wednesday morning and makes coffee . One hot Java. In Thailand one can never distinguish the water. Bicycles and humans litter the roads with the human debris of wars long forgotten and a lost kingdom of Siam where only Oscar and Hammerstein play.

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This North Korean completes TOTAL computer crash down. He relates it to documentation for the year 2000 and thereby ENABLES HIMSELF TO BREAK INTO ENCRYPTED CODES WORLDWIDE.

In the United States as well as in Great Britain the young as well as the nouveau riche explore heroin and the poor land face down on Crack..

Major wars break out between urban elements financed by the drug money from gangs.

Do tribal colors matter as much as life?.

Riots ensue, uncontainable in the prisons.

Prison guards try to contain the color wars by lasering tattoos and fashionable drab.

This North Korean expert, Sam Son of Sam...often he tried to say SAMSUNG to all the Westerners found himself in a bit of a pickle.

Satan already had open data bases on all relevant humans...at least that what multiple contacts said.

Israel had this temporary alliance with the warring parties.

The only remaining hurdle was how to handle Jerusalem.

If you could only make it like DC and give it all the problems...I mean in DC you have a mayor who is a convicted addict, who has embraced Jesus in a gospel mode...The schools have no money and the dichotomy of wealth and poverty magnifies the problems and magnificence of a government of so many immigrants who are now just one ketchup variety. The only problem was they were still into spilling blood.

This Korean expert was one of the progenitors of the Dharma of all of North Korea.

But even he had nothing on the American Right who would carve up a President publicly for waving a cigar in a woman’s scent.

A white cat lurks outside my door. Sometimes I give it milk and sometimes she gives me mice. Dead, of course.

The decree and custom of life. The moral Law and Truth

An animal from the Palace descends, bringing pleasure, intelligent and overwhelming passions, both ignorant and wild.

What hesitations and secret anguish.

Goodness, altruism, indulgence and tolerance are all worthless unless the fundamental qualities of life and death are fully understood.

The young girl in her Chinese Wedding dress spin and twirls.

Soon, the bidding will begin.

I walk out to the birdfeeder and fill it with millet and sunflower seeds.

The ordinary is my solace.

The Republican Senate convenes to impeach a popular president.

So much for democracy.

In Korea they would all be shot.

The scent of young flesh, as I was, the scent of sex...

Water, Fire, Wood, Metal, Earth

Wood gives birth to Fire which gives birth to Metal which gives birth to

Water which in turn gives birth to Wood.

As I am, so I will be,

Earth of my flesh, Metal my skeleton. The Water which gives Life.

Am I doomed to repeat this cycle in love?.

I cannot stand this.

This aggression tears at my soul and eats up my heart.

The Monkey, the Rat and the Pig.

One sentence could have changed my life.

One emotion could have changed the entire Codex of my life.

One emotion. Maybe I should have called the man in FRANCE OR THE MAN IN PARIS OR ANY

OF Many men at ll. And I regret not doing so.

The scent of sex is only the beginning.

The reality of SEX is everything..

Ways we differ

being alive sometimes puts everything on hold.

being alive is everything.

TO BE CONTINUED