we're going to die here

I believed, last year as I wrote this, that the FBI became very worried at this point. I later saw something on tv about Mango And The Slaughter. I by then knew I had started a revolution that they were not going to let me physically lead. America put up a hell of a fight with me... anyways, here is the story, which was written while my life was indeed in danger because of the revolution my presence evoked.


"We're going to die here." I am surprised that I sound amused.

"Yeah, maybe." Mango doesn't let on whether he cares or not.

"Fuck, maybe." I hold the pistol at my side like a gun slinger...

I can hear them getting in the car behind us, starting up the truck and leaving. . . I give my soldiers and my loved ones a running start.... I'm surprised by how calm I feel. I hear them inside yelling, cursing, figuring out what we've done...

Mango's shotgun explodes off to my right.

I can feel the projectory of the bullet from my gun into the man who steps into the doorway... the barrel of his uzi spews flames that leap into my mind as blackness devours the world.





Get that whole NO ONE WINS PART OF THIS???
Or the ready to die part????

I HEARD THE FBI IS WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE STEALING BUSES????

THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE BUSES BY NOW. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOLS AND TAKE THE BUSES IF peace PEACE peace PEACE... THE PEACE IN YOUR HEAD SAYS YES... THAT MEANS HUMANS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BUSES...

ALL WE SHOULD NEED ARE LAP TOPS.
But what do I know? How to write and live... the experts need to take over on this, and keep the peace... as long as the gangsta generals agree.

I leave them in charge and do not talk to them. My soldiers are all equal to me; we just specialize in different shit. Me, I walk the path of Dan Stern. I am ghandi with an uzi in his diaper...

I will do anything to save my enemies life except give up mine. . . or stop, in any way, this CRUSADE OF PAIN