the order comes down, down, the order comes down

The moment I was made for were happening when I wrote these words. I am adding these little explainations to the campaign, while in the elves attic I am just recording what I wrote at the time. So, know that these first few paragraphs of work are the roughest, and will probably end up being prose of a more normal setting, maybe a second person jesus split with first person... that is the way I am leading (see I told you that I will teach you how to write a book if you read this blog --- I am more than academically qualified to teach, which is why I have to be on the net, and not just in front of a few people at a time).




by jsr

28/02/07
11:14 PM

Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.







Alll writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand.