Saturday, September 2, 2006


I feel sheepish. People cared enough to inquire about my absence. Thanks so much, my friends. I wish I could know you in the personal, but this sphere is so large, and space is so long. And money, always the money. Wouldn't it be great if we could just beam ourselves about a la Star Trek? Such a childish wish.

I am done with 9/11. I've had enough. I'm convinced. I'm tired of trying to convince others. That's not a complaint or accusation. It's just there's only so much a psyche can take. Mine has seen its limit, as far as 9/11 goes. Currently my research is culminating in a hip hop song about it. I've made lots and lots of hip hop, but I'm taking special care with this one. I'll be sure to post it here when I'm done.

I'm not abandoning this blog. I'll keep it around. I'm glad there are a bunch of people out there who are trying to change this world. I believe you are succeeding. I don't know how, nor do I know what the future holds, but I have faith in your ability to function in this world and fulfill whatever you see as your destiny.

But I will not be around all the time, as I was. My artistic pursuits are taking front burner to this blog now. Perhaps I will morph it into an artistry-related blog. That could do very nicely. Expect format changes in that case.

All I can say about 9/11 is this: if you feel a desire to research it and drive yourself a little nuts, temporarily, then please do it. I still believe that 9/11 truth is the ONLY thing that could ever bring about any real change. It's psychological in nature. It is a symbol. It contains more motivational power than all the other issues combined and multiplied by ten. It's our only prayer for escaping mass hypnosis.

I love ya.