In Honor to Mercury's Retroperiod - The Time is July 9th, 1954

It is the Year of the Wood Horse and my building maintenance man Bobby was born. Now I don't know where or when. He's a very dark skinned black man. Seemingly from the South, perhaps Alabama or around there parts. He's not very educated, but he's a good man. Very helpful. A grateful soul.

I don't associate much with the people in the building that is my residence. I'm a writer, I'm reclusive by nature. A Gen-X trait. I am so sorry that a Woodstock Event did not happen. My apology. But looking at Juy 9th it is the Day of Wonder. Wonder Wayne. The meditation of the day is," The phrase 'I don't know' is important in any language." Bobby has the perpetual look of I don't know on his face. Yet he's always at the ready to smile. I believe he is happy. Astonishing for a man that doesn't know.

As I'm entering into the Waning years of this full moon. I think of the hermit of Death. The 9 card of the Major Arcana is the Hermit, who walks carrying a lantern and a stick; he represents meditation, isolation and silence. The card signifies crystallized wisdow and ultimate discipline. The Hermit is a taskmaster who uses conscience to keep others on thier path. The positive side of this card is the stick-to-it-iveness, purpose, profundity and concentration; negative meanings include dogmatism, intolerance, mistrust and discouragement. I think about Death.

Watching Grey's Anatomy tonight, George died they laughed. They laughed at Death. I suppose that's a good way of thinking about it. Stop think without emotion. Germany Jews, those bitches were put in the oven. The match was lit , the gas ignited and Hitler sang " Disco Inferno" with Tina's wig on. That's Flip Wilson funny. That's the Black guy threatening to send the Hispanic back to Mexico. After he gets exltrocuted his black babys mama with three says, " and he's from Columbia , Mexico has spoken. Madea. They buried the body in a deep hole in the basement. Then reached out to his family. Like a killer should.

Like even my brother knowing that his brother is a good Witch and would curse his killer justly. His sales pitch, "Just do it once and get it over with." then the curse to return to the Earth begins. Hell !!! = Hades.

Hades where Pluto took Persphone, through the spot on paradise Island where Wonder Woman Lives my Bride. Mother Earth. Wonder Wayne. That's the ride to Hell at Six Flags. If Woodstock occured this year I would have proposed to her at Woodstock 2009, The Apis Year of the Ox. The Year Africa-America told the UN. " Look Mutha fuckers, I can't be Peace Keeper by my Fuckin Self , ya'll got to help. Iran stop with the building of missiles, believe me , we'll get you before you get us. And Isreal that goes fo your asses to draggin yo' shit to your borders. They must have killed the Shaman before they sold Manhattan. Don't worry they fucked the Africans to. And Poor Jamal has to worry about life by himself.

Peace be Still, my Niggers !!!
We'll figure this shit out!
One day at a time, Peace be still.
Never succumb to hate, wait, wait, wait. Peace be still.
There's a Ryme there's a reason, every dog has it's season. Wait, peace be stil.
Love is the order of the day, don't frown , be Gay !
Peace be still!

That's the mantra riders keep in thier mind when they ride " Wonder Wayne ". The Nemesis of Wonder Woman. Her Husband. And the dark Earth electro magnetic love they make. She must be evil, to satsify his Lust. Dark Humor, it's an esoteric blend. They fight then they fuck. Alot like Nations.

Wonder Woman enters Feroz's chambers with out a word. Always on the perimeter. He notices, but he's busy. She finds a Big Arab Pillow by the window over looking the lake , Sitting on lake Erie in a smaller lakeside community outer than the great one in lake Superior, A tribute to it's designer Gian Carlo Zema. Master Jellyfish Designer. A gift to his beloved. Diana. As well as her throne adjacent to Mt. Ararat, His. She sits on the pillow opens her scroll. And places her pipe "Cancer" on the low crystal table next to her.

"what are you smoking?" he asked
" A chamomil blend " she says.
" Really" he says skeptically raising his eye brow .
She doesn't respond she simply unrolls her scroll and begins to read " the soul jellyfish".
After a while she lights the pipe. The odour intrigues him. Moving him to draw to her space. She hesitates as if not understanding why he's come over. Playfully she asks without saying "what?!"

He quizically looks back. "Here" she doesn't say.
"what do you think" he doesn't respond.
"okay you know I can't read your mind " she jokes. And moves
over.

She looks at her emerald engagement ring, given to her August 14, 2009. On thier way to Woodstock 2009, in her Invisable Plane. Arabic Design. A gift from him. MagiK . Manifestation.


" Erect the Soul of Jihad -The Soul Pole , the sole purpose of peace. Is Peace itself. That's the struggle.

For Even War, Must Rest In Peace