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... A dream for the New Year and a letter from a pal ... I had a dream last night that I bumped into my old dope dealer on the Street. He says, "Hey RS! ... Long time no see buddy! How about a little toke of smack?' ... So he hands me a cigarette that he says has some smack in the tip, like I used to smoke it sometimes. But before I can light it, a fucking black spider crawls out the end of it and starts running at me menacingly down the cig. So I toss the cig away just before the spider gets to my hand. And my dealer says, "Sorry man, I don't know how that happened!" ... "But here have some of this" ... and hands me a bindle with about a 1/4 ounce of China White Heroin. I take a good amount out and roll it up in a dollar bill. I say "Well, thanks a lot man!" ... and walk away. I go into a church, sit in a pew and unroll the buck with the smack inside ... Take a big sniff and get totally stoned. Then I wake up ... and I swear for about 3 to 5 minutes I was loaded in 'real time.' Laying in bed digging the high ...
... A letter from my buddy in Bangkok ... Hey Dad, Last night I went out to a new club which you would appreciate. As you walk thru the door from the street there is the standard go-go bar with the girls dancing at crotch level. Directly above them is another stage made of glass which you can look up thru into the cunts of the dancers above. There is a room at this second level at the end of the glass stage with a wall of one way glass. You can take a girl or two inside this room and do as you wish with them as you drink and peer out to the naked girls on the glass stage who can't see you because they are facing a mirror. Great club. The room can be booked any day.
GG ALLIN wishes you all a Merry Fucking Xmas Thoughts of LOVE and Christmas GOODWILL Xmas should be a happy time for children, and for many, it is. For me, it has devolved into an insidious and hypocritical DRAG, filled with depressing impossibilities which hammer me mercilessly with unreasonable obligations! Why do I allow this sham to be perpetrated each grueling season after season? I must be weak. When I perceive the Xmas season approaching I begin to sink into a deep smoldering anger which causes me to grumble incessantly about the absurdity of it all. Each day closer to Xmas seems to bring with it a fresh slap in my face ... Some last minute gift which I MUST waste my precious time to go get for some person I care nothing for. There should be a rule that once you reach a certain age, say 12, you no longer get any fucking presents! ... Xmas is just FUCKING OVER for you then! You might think this idea sucks, especially if you are a teenager, but you would be thankful for it as an adult. When you reach 22, you will be obligated to buy presents for children under 13 ... If you know any. Wouldn't Xmas be better if it was simply a time to get together with people in your life, have some good meals and try to overcome some of the petty bullshit? By the time I go through the HELL of getting somebody I don't like a Xmas present because I feel obligated to, I end up hating their gutz! ... And these people don't like what I get them ... cuz I don't care enough about them to know what they want. So they end up hating me too! It's a 'Double Xmas Hate Whammy'. Not only do I hate them for making me get them the stupid ass present I got them, but I hate them for obligating me to get them that stupid ass present which I know they hate! They hate me because now they feel guilty about the present that I gave them which, they hate! Xmas is a sham which has been perpetrated upon us by the CAPITALIST RETAIL INDUSTRY ESTABLISHMENT PIGS! ... They say; "BUY MORE!' ... "BUY BIGGER!" ... "RUSH! RUSH! RUSH!, LITTLE XMAS SLAVES! ... BUY OUR PRODUCTS OR BE CONSIDERED A CHEAPASS!" ... In their unquenchable thirst for money and power the retail establishment has mesmerized you into accepting that Xmas is about accumulation and dissemination of THEIR CRAP! The major department stores hire rheumy eyed drunken emaciated homeless crack heads, place pillows in their Santa suits, and throw them into the streets with money buckets and bells ... "DING, DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!" ... "GIVE TO THE POOR! ... GIVE TO THE POOR! , (YOU PATHETIC SUCKERS!)" ... Meanwhile, inside the store they have recreated the 'NORTH POLE' where your tot can sit on some Phoney pervert Santa's knee who can't find a real job; "EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT CHILDREN, I NEED TO GO HIT THE PIPE. SANTA WILL BE RIGHT BACK TO PLAY GRABASS WITH YOU." ...
Xmas today is about as far away from any ideals found in the teachings of Christ as you can get ... (It's supposed to be Christ's birthday, NOT fucking Santa's!) ... Our new Testament should read: "OUTDO THY NEIGHBOR!" ... "BUY FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE WITH MONEY!" ..."FLAUNT THE TRAPPINGS OF WEALTH!" ... "GET YOURS, AND SCREW THE REST!" ... "DRINK! ... DRIVE! ... KILL!" ...
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IMPORTANT NOTICE: If the family of a missing US Marine Corps veteran black man with one leg by the name of 'JASON EDWARDS' happens to be reading this, I believe we have solved the mystery of his disappearance! I AM SORRY! It's a terrible and pathetic fate to befall a man who served his Country with the USMC! I use the M.I.A. symbol not as a joke, but as a statement. In my opinion, Jason Edwards went 'missing in action' while fighting the war of injustice thrust upon him by the very system he sought to protect, and may have lost his precious leg protecting! He is a casualty of an enemy who he was brainwashed to believe were his friends and benefactors! He died at the hands of the EVIL capitalist system that used him up, and then spit his one legged body into the streets of Amerika! How could it be that any US veteran could end up as a rotten corpse to be eaten by carrion? Especially IF he did serve in Vietnam! I AM REALLY SORRY! I personally was drafted on 08/19/1969 and was scheduled to be shipped to Vietnam soon there after. Several of my young friends at the time did go, and were promptly KILLED! I, using family money and influence, was able to secure a phony 'Psychiatric deferment' which kept me out of the service ... HOGWASH! I was nothing but a cowardly young elitist white punk who cared NOTHING for GOD or COUNTRY! I smoked pot and spread venereal diseases while the bodies of brave young soldiers burned in the rice patties of THE NAM! You tell me, who deserves more to die a miserable death in a cast away refrigerator, me, a sniveling aging hippy whitebread brat, or the one legged black ex-marine, (and possible Vietnam HERO!), 'JASON EDWARDS'??? ... THIS IS A TRAGEDY! Where is God!!!!!? SO ... Here's the TRUE story of the fate of 'JASON EDWARDS' ... If you are a family member please contact me and I will put you in touch with his leg which I hope to trade some of my vacuous artwork for so I can hang it on my wall and dream of being a NAM WAR HERO! ...
LETTER TO CONNETT: Would you consider trading a painting, it doesn't have to be a big expensive one, for a prosthetic leg? It is a right leg for a black man. Has colored foot and thigh portion and it was found complete with a sock and some sort of crappy payless shoe on it. The owners name was Jason edwards because it is written in marker on the side of the thing. I also believe they were some sort of a veteran because it is gov't issue due to the small USMC mark on the knee joint.......maybe Vietnam, who knows. The story behind this leg is: while walking through the woods behind my friend Brian's house, we came across this old refrigerator tipped on its side with the door partially open. Inside we found the leg, an old backpack with a bag of weed inside, some decayed clothing bits, and some rib bones. It looked as if a homeless man died or something inside the refrigerator. There weren't very many remains we could see, but that could just be because of the coyotes and other such animals that live out by his house and by the looks of it, it had been there a long time. Anywho, that is the story. Kind of weird I think, but I got a leg so it is all good. I really like your artwork, and would be willing to part with the leg if you wanted to trade for something. Just let me know what you think.......... (NAME WITHHELD!) You are on Page 6 of 'Connett Speaks'
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