Tuesday, January 13, 2015

To the Producer

I realize that you believe yourself to be an extremely important man -- a family man, a leader in the industry, a man to be admired and feared. But, I am going to tell you this only once. You are just as important to me as the starving Amaya Jakarta of a little village on the island of Curacao. You see, this young woman will be taking your place after the destruction of the basin. She will be discovered and raised up for the entire world to see. She will hold power and she will wield it wisely as a tool for creation.

This is the role of a Producer, to see the beauty of the Arts and to enhance it through the delicate choosing of truth and talent...

Be sure to stay close to your roots if you wish to live happily in the after-life.

Oh wait.

Too late.

You are going to hell.

~AC

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Playing the Game...with a mirror...

And I went to bed bitter...because I knew I was playing into your hands...and that you were just playing the game. As usual you have no idea what you are doing. Punishing me for leaving isn't going to make you feel better. It's just going to keep perpetuating the pain and guilt you feel for letting me go. Do us both a favor and stop approaching me until you figure out what you want. Oh, and you should know, I'm taken. So, no matter what you decide, it should be for your own mental health. CJ takes care of me...and God's got all this...all...of...this...

Shut your mouth.

~AC

And he went to bed bitter...because he knew he was playing into my hands...and that I was just playing the game. As usual, I have no idea what I was doing. Punishing him for leaving isn't going to make me feel better. It's just going to keep perpetuating the pain and guilt I feel for letting him go. Do us both a favor and stop approaching him until you figure out what you want. Oh, and I should know, he's taken. So, no matter what I decide, it should be for my own mental health. CJ takes care of you...and God's got all this...all...of...this.

Shut my mouth.

~AC


Wednesday, January 7, 2015

More Bad News for Da Bears....

I watched the money change hands the night I was robbed. Everyone wants to play stupid. I like that. It leaves room for actual evidence -- real electronic evidence, real water-boarded couriers, real Geiger counters, real radioactive sewer pipes. Real EPA investigations and real beheadings in the woods...where bodies disappear...after being cut-up with chainsaws.

Oh yea? The Blue and Green Bottle Flies just happen to like that flower? And LEO can't see me flip them off and hear me call them sell-outs? Paid in full, are they? Should have waited until the truth set them free. Now they are in it...deep in it...deep woods in it.

Armageddon is a hoax.

The UN is preparing and the other countries are sitting there waiting to be called to the financial boards. You want to know if this is a drill? Well, yes and no. Yes, it is really going to draw the red line in the sand for the ignorant and greedy. No, it's still game-on for humanity and the goal of Peace.

Patriots 20, Da Bears 0

Chicago better get its act together or Little Havana will be the least of its worries.

Oh, and Reid, The East Coast is coming for you.

Let's get Yuma handled, shall we?

We have a lot of rockets to put up and lots of space to cover.

Oh, and the RR Union is disbanded...

Be prepared to find lots of people selling plasma in the next 2 years. We're going to need it, if POTUS refuses to fight this battle overseas. Because, damn if they didn't bring it into my hometown without checking with me first.

Better look again.

My crystal ball, my table, my house, God's world.

~AC

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

By now...

You've read all the queries from today and tonight.

You are wondering why I am putting it in electronic form and all I can tell you is I have found transcripts to be extremely helpful in court cases. Saves a lot of time and keeps me from having to hire a mediator to listen to you lie to save your ass when I have more important things to do.

Since it is all a matter of time at this point, I want you to know, for the record, I am standing in the clear freedom of the backwoods. If I want more than this, I'll step up to the plate as a human being and take a chunk of it for myself. But, that would go against my better nature and my actual desires for my life.

I wrote all my good-byes over 8 years ago in Fading Lights. You know how I feel. I wanted out then but I kept holding on for you. Now, you want me locked-up or dead half the time, and I just want what is due to me in my life...disability...until I can move forward on my own two feet.

If anyone denies my honesty, let him or her write me a letter, and then burn it because all s/he is doing is writing is a long list of BS s/he hates about him- or her-self. I have had enough of that too.

If you want to handle me....buy an Ove-glove and some life insurance.

You want your kids to survive.

I'm fine.

Always was...always will be...forever.

Goodnight.

~AC