From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, November 13, 2002
1:35 PM
To: Adam
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Are you ok?
SIG ALERT
– Super Italian Greyhound
Adam,
everything is really good. I am just playing things safe rig-ht now, weary of
putting WWAY
too much time and energy into folks older than 22 unless they are like you, although
I think you are still 22; space though contracting, urgency to solve problems,
increased wave frequency a must or we will all go bust. Band-width
key to solving the problems of the world, light penetration with polished speciWOmen is what it is all about. Right
now Marie and I are on the way to the rock cabin listening to Eminem, “White
America everybody…”.
Earlier we
ran into an older friend of mine at an antique store. Venus, like my friend Sebastian
Capella who I met with earlier today is getting on in years but like
Sebastian and my little older friend Amos Wright, looks better with each
passing day. It is more than simply trying to patch up “pi-dyed-jeans”
with good breeding, each of us looking more and more like our dogs, pursuing
godly riches that as we age blows each of our
stacks to hi-heaven, while trying to hold on to no more than a c-ash-e of daily bread, deep breaths a must.
These
particular older folks never let their formal educations interfere
with their learning to mention little of Venus’ husband, Sid Sorbin, who passed
away at age 85 just a year ago, literally working each day as though it was his
last with a smile to match what my friend Anne L. Miller
referred to as the “sweetest voice in the wor.d” now-well on
his way to hashing ant-new
universes. Sid was a cardiologist who put aside the big house and scoring par
on a golf course to giving back time and then some to the art of teaching,
horses for courses.
Both Sid
and Venus were very good friends of Anne L. Miller who is visited by Jeffrey
Krinsk when I cant quite make it to the "Rows-krinsk"
c-eme-n-tery. Like Devin
Standard’s wife, Charlotte, who doesn’t get offended tTOo
easily even when I confuse her Danish heritage with the Finns these older folk
recognize it takes “us-is” all getting along to
mention little of being able to laugh a lot, not
though at someone else’s expense, never
at anytime to pee
on someone else’s par-ad-e.
Soon my
hope is that others will start pee-king
up the slack
that I am creating while digging deep into their pockets realizing that we at
NextraTerrestrial are offering real solutions at bargain basement prices along
with the right to come trek with us in the trails of Pine Valley which although
not exactly up in the mountains is quite a peak at 4,000ft let alone a treat
for those wanting a stretch to
avoid however the urge to keep up with the Jones moving at a fast enough pace
to avoid being stung by the bees, leaving one’s droppings for the birds who know
about the effects of over-eat-ing, never suffering from
hem-p-orrhoids.
I will be
sending out an email or tTOo in the next several days that will begin to show
my crystallize thinking where folks, even the most skeptical of the skeptics
will realize that I am not on any crystal other than seeing better light each
day, music to embrace even mem-fist-a-means,
chicken necks to slice-creekly
and of course avoid playing dice. My hearing though is not quite as good as it
used to be but since so many things are picking up well these days I am hopeful
that I wont go completely deaf while listening to the breeze. No doubt
there are more than just a few folks out there who would welcome a deafening
silence from these woods, necks to suck on, tar for roads, wrong
turns
to avoid, all accomplished by letTing go of our
tails and searching for new asteroids, i.e. less planes in the sky.
We offer
though no cult movement but will be insisting that folks keep their farting to
the outdoors or they will simply not be invited back. Of course they can blame
any inadvertent bowl movement on any one of the Rock Cabins 11 Commandments. I
haven’t been back in The Cave “in quiet” a while
other than “in
and out” to get things of prime importance. There has to be a good reason
why I mislaid the graphic design that Marie came up with for the Cc_rest
Café in Minehead; perhaps it is because I am thinking of their being linkage
with an Internet café.
I have
come across a location in Pine Valley that may be suitable for a
café-internet-art-antique spot and I wanted at some point to discuss with you
how we could make the internet part, a parking space where art and science meet
as in a state of the art fair somewhat akin to what I came across in the March
1957 edition of National Geographic where experience and scientific
experimentation all combine into a sum of sorts. A few miles further south is
Indian Gaming for those to try their “luk”
while leaving with just a lei[1] getting in touch with
nature, business all art-form, sub-st-anc-es to
boot all the way to Timpucktu,
those who abuse to be
stung with educational light-wave-treatments
court-esy
of NT.
Gary
Ps – I
would like to see the piece you wrote on your meeting with Sebastian who looks
with each passing moment as though he is getting younger. Light though does
travel faster through burning holes to mention little of the damage it can do
those who have nothing butt black
vacuum between their ears. Time soon for a clean sweep… of the ratings that
is.
From: Adam
Sent: Monday, November 11, 2002
2:17 PM
To: 'pacbell'
Subject: Are you ok?
Hey Gary,
I haven't heard
from you in a while, I wanted to make sure that you are ok.
write me soon,
Adam
