From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Wednesday, April 30, 2003 7:47 PM
To: Anonymous VI
Subject: FW: Getting started

I thought you might want to see a communication I got from a South African who I only recently met who isn’t afraid of trying something totally new, i.e. not allowing his formal education to interfere with his learning and being willing to think completely outside of the box which is something you do extremely well on occasion, more so than most people I know over age 22 but I happen to know as certain as anyone thinks they know someone else that you can do better, especially when one hears something like “screw them” coming out of your mouth.

When I hear words like that the hair on the back of my head goes on end highlighting the few run ins I had with a former employer of mine who when briefed that he was taken more than the “mickey” out of someone would respond, “FCUK EM if they cannot take a joke” [sic] which then sent a signal to my brain, “Watch Out” for something else is sure to come down the pike much like “When will the next shoe fall?” which is a fairly common question-expression in the “work out” business,

Conscience my dear man is the only thing really that separates us from the apes and if someone wants to argue monkeys with me than I say go eat naartjies which are like tangerines but the flavor is all South African where there are probably an equal number of bullies for every good guy as there are in this country, the difference is we have a Constitution that has stood up pretty well and more importantly today we have a president who has around him men and women who are willing to buck the system without passing the buck which gives me great hope and comfort that good will overcome evil perhaps even in our lifetimes.

That “Bullies” email which you can access in the previous hyperlink begins to tell a somewhat personal story that although covering a lot of ground contains within it “bullets” that in the right hands could bring about paradigm shifts in every single industry under the sun but it will take people of courage and yes I believe people of color like Mr. Standard and his son Devin are more likely to go to bat then white “wheaties” boys who haven’t quite got out of their nappies, although we call them diapers here.

I still very much think the same way I did when I was 15 years old but today I have not only a purpose, a single-minded focus but a game plan that will captivate the masses of people most of whom want to do good and are far more desperate than you but everything is relative and your “pain” is unquestionably someone else’s “gain.”

Although I wouldn’t want to leave out the Malibu folk in a new world order I would be willing to bet my bottom dollar that few if any of them are willing to become as transparent as people like Devin and me who for all our faults and differences the one thing we have in common is our love for those who work hard play hard, something not so common amongst the gentry set who whine and dine and go all goo-goo eyed when they see some fukukta celebrity. God I hate that Sushi restaurant just south of the Malibu Mall and on the east side of 101.

I don’t even want to mention their name in the event that some of my detractors might decide to go eat them out of house and hole. How would you like to come with me to see the movie Holes? Marie went with Jonathan the other day and they both loved it.

This has been a rather slow day for me. I have barely been on my computer given the fact that it seems to be playing up more than ever but it allowed me time to do some thinking which I have yet to put done in print.

It is now almost 7:30pm and Marie and I still have not eaten. My plan is to get another email out today to an attorney whose firm handled the estate of my very good friend Anne L. Miller who keeps bringing me back time and again to The Cave even though I despise the man who lives above, always though aware that for every negative action there is an equal and positive reaction and that one just needs to get the spacing right.

And of course Sammy should do the right thing and just leave on his own accord and go get a life say washing other peoples’ toilets but then who would want to clean up after him. And so we still need to find the right spots for deprived people like Sammy to be the best they can be, happy simply being someone else’s scivvy?

For some reason I was all but certain that “spell check” would have accepted that the word “scivvy” which is just another word for “servant” and for the life of me I just have real difficulty right now thinking of a spot where Sammy can be a productive member of society and not constantly sucking off others certain though in the belief that unless he does a 180 degree turn he will come back as an ANT. I still haven’t quite come to grips with why his nephew didn’t give me the ticker symbol for the public company he supposedly founded.

The thing that is interesting is that Anne Miller never really commented much about Sammy even though she met him on several occasions, certainly nothing very negative which was something she seemed to save mostly for attorneys.

All she would say though that was in any way negative about this whole setup here was the large tree in the neighbor’s yard which she said would one day fall on the house. Now I thought a little about what she had to say which is whole lot more than what I generally do when listening to folks over age 22 but I very quickly came to the conclusion that by the time the tree had finished crashing through Sammy’s bed before ripping through my ceiling I would be under the mahogany table just some 12ft away as the crow flies and given my ongoing ability to dive it wouldn’t take me all of two seconds to be safe and to then count my blessings.

Even though your, “screw them” may have been said as “gest” [sic] you by now know only too well having been around me in terms of how I pick up on things that your comments had more than a ring of truth to them. In addition I was able to “triangulate.” The second point of contact was the desperation in your voice and the third was your incessant avoidance, your going around in circles failing to address my point that I had made the instant I picked up that anyone with just the slightest bit of larceny in their heart could put you out of business in less time than it would take to pull the trigger of a gun.

As you know I am not in the least bit afraid of anyone doing me physical harm nor for that matter anyone particularly close to me, knowing full well that I have placed everyone out there on notice not to do anything stupid that I have “proof” that what goes around comes back with a vengeance much like a boomerang and besides if the demons are all in my head then no one has anything to fear but fear itself and make no mistake most of the world is very fearful right now despite the occasional upward tick in fukukta stuff like the stock market that is all rigged.

And there isn’t anyone out there including commissioners and former commissioners of the SEC who are on my email list who know perfectly well I am 100% correct, and besides even if the crash doesn’t come tomorrow, for every dollar of profit not only is someone losing a dollar, by engaging in the market, issuing “buy” and “sell” orders you are contributing to a system where the “market makers” are simply slicing out what amounts to nothing short of the “American Pi” [sic] leaving taxpayers, the worker bees, the momworker63s et al getting a double whammy.

You must though be careful to take all the advice I give you to heart and then let it work its way up into your brain and then stand on your head before kicking back and let the sifting process take over while listening to the likes of Matthew Good Band which for some reason is not loading up on page 16 of the NextrateRESTrial.com. I brought back from Brazil a number of hour glasses, let me know if you would like to borrow one and of course they come in a number of different colors.

Please understand I have people like Jeffrey Krinsk Esq. who is going nuts listening to the “pinging” noise each time an email comes through from folks pleading with him to reel me in and after a while even someone like Jeffrey who has more than the average “Joe Blow” attorney a considerable amount of “time on his hands” he will eventually give up. So please HELP HELP help.

When I hear people say that they have made “bad choices” whether in so-called “business” or in their “personal” relationships I just want to “pull my hair out” and I still maintain that my hair is starting to grow back despite what Marie protests “otherweiss” [sic].

And of course the Milberg Weiss folks don’t have the foggiest clue of my next move and for all I know Bill Lerach, Melvyn Weiss’ west coast co-managing partner may already have lost all his hair, the ugly 1,000-pound gorilla he will always be which reminds me to add to the list of things to do a new passport. Thank God my new driver’s license should be arriving any day now with a new picture to boot.

There is no such thing as “bad” or “good” decisions just like having a “bad hair day” is just another poor excuse for behaving badly. It all begins and ends with being either “smart” or “stupid” and of course your parents choosing one another as sex partners impacts you the rest of your life, “for better or for worse, to death do us part.”

If your brain isn’t firing right no matter how much walking you do, no matter how many push ups you accomplish during the 3 minutes of sex you will inevitably make more “stupid” decisions on average than you will “smart” ones. This is not rocket science.

Staying on the back of a Ducati ST4S at 160 MPH, however, requires not only being able to compute math and physics at light-speed but God help you if the idiot steering the motorcycle decides to hit the brakes or even slow down while making a 45 degree turn. Getting the “universe” to rotate at the precise right moment can be fun for us earthlings as in “567-8 who do we appreciate” [sic] but there can be no turning back once committed, wouldn’t you agree?

You should know though that it is only on those very rare occasions I “mis-fire” [sic] around a bend where the outer barrier is a sheer-cliff-wall; most if not all the time I test out my theories of the inner workings of the universe while riding alone or if Marie is on the back I make all “butT” [siC] certain there is an open field and hopefully she will use her incredible leg muscles to help catapult her over barbed wire fences and with a “byte of lUK” [sic] she won’t end up face down in cow dung, and of course you know that I probably have as good a chance as anyone else out there in proving there is no such thing as “GOOD LUCK” or “bad luck” which is how the last paragraph in the June 2002 edition of Forbes Magazine begins.

You know from having read time and again the E-mail I sent to the Fox Network on July 23^rd of last year where I mentioned in passing that the “smart” money has already left the market and is now sitting on the sidelines waiting to make the most humongous killing. I intend, however, to assist in short-circuiting these out of control, rapacious individuals and corporate executives by doing everything possible beginning with finding a way to get my rather personal E-mail to Mr. Kenneth Standard Esq., the president of the New York Bar Association into the hands of our brilliant Commander-in-Chief the Right Honorable President George W. Bush.

Now of course I colored up somewhat that E-mail to the Fox News folks who like Kimberly Hunt of KUSI, JW August, managing editor of the ABC Network affiliate here in San Diego who I assume is somehow related to that idiot anchorman from Canada, Peter Jennings, and Don Bauder continue to “duck & dive” and of course someone who has had their neurons interfered with cannot be expected to hunt which reminds me I still need to get back to Laurie Black before she attempts to “blind side me” by reaching out once again to Mr. Krinsk who right now is possibly taking a snooze in Lincoln’s bed in the White House.

You would need to have to read around 10,000 words of my almost 14,000 word email to Mr. Standard Snr I sent out this past Monday evening in order to be up to speed on the incredible pace that Mr. Krinsk and his partner Mr. Finkelstein are maintaining these days as the world financial markets begin to shut down. I can just see the Washington Post headline, “As Jeffrey fiddles in Lincoln’s bed, the world burns.”

With that said, never to forget that unless one can grab hold of 100% market share you are doomed in a “top heavy” economic infrastructure where just some little prick can move below the radar screen and spoil all your fun by simply playing to your weakest link, believing that if you can get away with fooling your customers about the serious risks inherent in your business model then what is there to stop someone living on the edge without so much as a nickel to their name, larceny in their heart, blowing your business model to smithereens with just one switch of a button.

And you wouldn’t even be able to call up your daddy and say, “Help call the FBI” because what you described to me would be perfectly legal, and to top it off I like the idea that someone can just come in at anytime and beat you hands down if they can be creative in the process. And why hackers don’t concern me in the least unless of course they are “lying, stealing or cheating” or trying to physically hurt someone else, i.e. it is okay to have fun as long as it is not on someone else’s expense account.

You have to love that last hyperlink; at least it will bring a smile to your face if only for moment since I am not yet done.

The brain operates in a rather logical way but you would only know this if you haven’t allowed others, particularly those with formal educations who had their fukukta professors and tutors interfere with their learning “cookie cutting” the same teachings on folks like yourself who are always looking for the very best in people only to be disappointed when the “dough” doesn’t rise.

Why do you think it is that people like Sammy, before I arrived on the scene, always had a perpetual smile on his face and don’t give me any bull about all the fukukta injections he has been shooting in to his skin to remove years and years of talking non-stop bullshit while smoking up storm after storm.

By the way, did you hear that chewing gum adds to the aging process? When do you think they will complete the studies on the effects of people who don’t measure their words much like I am still waiting for Professors Kelly and Price to get back to me on how they are doing completing their “work product” that could have them walking away with the $1 million Nobel Prize, not on my watch, however.

Now I don’t know how many times in this email alone I have used that last hyperlink but trust me when I tell you it will not only be Sammy who wishes he hadn’t been so dumb to include Vicky Schiff in his joke telling email let alone discuss my “highest integrity” while leaving out my competency, the schmuck.

The more one goes back and forth along the “cycle” noticing that even a bicycle doesn’t have the pedals operating in a perfect circle, and that if fortunate enough to be able to remove the “noise” while increasing “frequency” addressing “heat seeking” [sic] buildup by maintaining adequate “spacing” not making off though like the Clintons with everything the Chinese didn’t want including possibly the kitchen sink, then what one has in fact besides for a perpetual motion machine is increased “band width” and anyone who knows the first thing about art-painting understands that one first starts out big, working with height and width, eventually bringing everything into focus, proper perspective; and so it becomes somewhat easier to fully appreciate the mind of God which is a constant battle for me.

Raised though in a Jewish household that wasn’t always in tune I was fortunate, unfortunate as the case may be, to grasp one of the meanings of the most important Hebrew word, Israel, that translates in “tTOo struggle with God” [sic].

The motion of any wave, whether it be light, sound or the ocean requires one to constantly stay in motion, to embrace change sifting through that which is relevant and material to mention little of my prescient timing and why I suggest you pay careful attention to the email from Anonymous V below.

M, as I shall refer to him, is quite the engineer perhaps as good if not better than any engineer I have ever met and it should be quite easy for you to understand why I am so proud to call him our first franchisee, English not being his first language.

A lot of people are hurting these days but none more so, in my opinion, than the likes of Bill Lerach of MWBHL. And of course I will keep going back, again and again to those most responsible for upsetting the balance in this universe, never ever to forget the disgusting ex-President “Has-id” [sic] Clinton who with that stinky, dirty index finger pointed so self-assuredly at “that woman” thinking that because “that woman” allowed him to stuff his cigar up into her private parts she would not be smart enough to listen to a friend, rightly or wrongly, who told Monica Lewinsky to hold on to that “blue dress” for dear life.

And of course all of us should only Thank God for that other Government employee who had the courage to do at least one very important right thing in her life and for that I believe she will be well rewarded. For the life of me though I cannot remember that other Jewish woman’s name.

When the Commander-in-Chief, the President of the strongest power in the world can usurp his authority and his supporters simply cry out “it is just about sex” I do get rather agitated but I know now better than ever before how to respond to such pathetic, decrepit individuals who like Dr. John Ben Stewart et al not only emulate but take their cue, thinking that if it is okay for the top dog to lie, steal and cheat why shouldn’t they be entitled to the same rights and privileges while stomping on the rest of us.

Not, however, on my watch.

I know what I know while having enough horsepower remaining to pretty much handle anything that comes my way, my lower legs still attached to my knees comforted in the knowledge of what makes people tick, sick and most importantly that the bigger you are the harder you fall and of course for every negative action there is an equal and opposite positive reaction and the reverse is also true. It is all about “sex” however which way one chooses to interpret the awesum word, wouldn’t you agree?

Sex is a fundamental drive that keeps the species strong as well as diversified without anyone having to go overboard.

Time to start reeling in while gearing up GrubbyGrub and GirlieGirl.com as we start rummaging through the “recycle bins” which I understand to be public property once they are placed on the curb. I can’t wait to see what our neighbors some of whom are copied on this email continue to dispense like there is no tomorrow knowing that our ever growing band of supporters are taking to the streets making “hey” while the sun shines.

I now have a splitting headache and so I must quickly finish this off and I will check what I have written tomorrow although tomorrow I have to prepare for our big event. My hope is to keep the cost of alcohol and food to about the same amount of money each of us spent on getting married, although I think Marie would be okay if we each contribute $100 bringing the total cost of our celebration to a whopping $300 plus of course the gas, wear and tear on the Mini Cooper S.

I have promised to organize everything including tidying up The Cave should things spill over from her house and of course Sammy could start the ball rolling by moving out right now, going down to Mexico for a week or two or forever would be fine with me but then I think he should let the authorities down there know he is considering becoming a permanent resident. So what this all means is that you will not get to enjoy Marie’s cooking but you can also be assured it won’t be McDonalds.

Getting in to any business today without fully examining what is going on in the world around you is in the words of Dr. John Pollard, “sheer madness” and in the words of my great friend Amos Wright, “Your ‘Yes men’ will kill you” and one of the reasons why I so treasure the critique of Mr. Wright and Dr. Pollard whose name probably gives the FBI reason to continue monitoring my email and very likely my phone calls.

Butt as you know I welcome any and or government officials wanting to take a closer look at my “work product” these days as there is no longer anything all that confidential as it relates to my prior business dealings with folks like Finkelstein and Krinsk and the out of control law firm of Milberg Weiss Bershad Hynes and Lerach which does not in any way mitigate the damage done to me by the likes of Marie’s former husband and his ever “thinning out” band of supporters.

And of course the FBI and the CIA should they have also been summoned, will be ever so smart after doing their due diligence to at a minimum ignore it all, while having as much fun as they seek, but I can only suggest to them they don’t decide to fight with me since I am very much on the side of the sun and in the end I will win.

I had planned to send out over the next two hours remaining of my daily 3 hour work-allotment a couple more emails that would allow me to step up the pace in bringing a number of things into the spotlight which reminds me that I must head over first thing tomorrow morning to my hairdresser for my “clean up” appointment.

Laynne has run out of space in storing the special oil formula that seems to facilitate the little hair that comes off Pypeetoe attaching itself to my head. I do look forward to meeting with her husband who happens to be a religious Islamic leader who I know shares the same values as his wife who is unquestionably the best.

Earlier this morning a lady knocked on the front door to The Cave and I thought for a moment that someone had decided to follow in the misguided footsteps of Marie’s former husband by serving me with another court related document. To my surprise she was not even being sent by Mr. Krinsk “tTOo console” [sic] me but to take “blood, urine and feces” [sic] specimens from old Sammy boy above.

Because I had a number of things to do including walking Pypeetoe I didn’t engage in much conversation or point her in the direction of my one closet where I am all butt certain feces specimen remain from when “poor aging” Sammy had his toilet replaced. His “lou” [sic] is located directly above the one section of the closet. As I mentioned in one of my previous emails I kept some of the “droppings” in the event there is need for some DNA work down the road.

As you also know the walls here in The Cave are paper thin and soon after the lady left with her telling him, “You take care” and Sammy replied, “You tTOo” [sic] for she seemed a little too on the ball for Sammy. Sammy is very much in to younger women who don’t quite have the “wave patterns” to see through the cloth of an emperor “without clothes.”

Later I heard Sammy saying, “I want to put an end to this” while earlier, soon after this rather very good looking “nursing aid” left, probably some type of insurance policy for the aged, he was on the phone again with his Middle Eastern-Scottish but ever so loud voice saying something about him, “going over to Bangkrok where my buddy is getting married.”

I can only wonder if this is buddy Mark who was at one time entrusted by the State of California to be a foster parent for a 14-year-old girl who at times looked as out of it as when Marie and I first met Mark after I had cooked a meal for the two of them wanting to get know my two neighbors a little better. And of course Marie came along for the ride.

Poor Sammy before I arrived on the scene he was undoubtedly the King of the hill with the bird’s eye view of every single damsel in distress. And now he knows I am very much into redress.

Which brings me back to this point I covered somewhat in my earlier E-mail to the two guys running the Ccrest Bed & Brakefast Café in Minehead, England; the lady I met last night whose title on her San Diego County Office of Education reads,

Foster Youth Services Coordinator.

Safe Schools

I will also be sending Mr. Sammy Haim an official email and/or a handwritten document making him an offer I don’t think he can refuse in order that he and I don’t ever run into each ever again. Since Sammy encouraged me to publish our “back Dna forth” [sic[ emails on The Internet my hope is that he will also grant me permission to use a photo that shows him in the best possible light.

I think it is worth repeating that in all the 3+ years I have known and “co-habituated” [sic] with Mr. Haim just a block or so from the beach never once do I recall him ever stepping foot into the ocean although I have a vague memory of him rolling up his pants exposing his TOES although I might have been simply doing headstands from the roof of The Cave while checking to see who might possibly mess with one or more of my vehicles.

And by the way if you know of anyone who might be interested in the 380SL Mercedes that hasn’t been driven ever since Juliana and her friend Jeff drove it around town for some half an hour but then decided perhaps because of what she read in my emails to Mr. Lerner, Sammy’s nephew, not to go ahead and purchase the vehicle although she gave a somewhat different story to her friend Jeff than what she told me.

One of great things about the Digital Age is that it forces folks to confront their demons coming to grips with reality not found in most self-help books to mention little of the seminars about self-esteem which are often geared toward substituting one form of co-dependency for another addiction, worse yet, the troubled individual ends up continuing to go around in circles avoiding things like confronting evil whenever they encounter it, and the angle that most sells is unquestionably the “angle of the dangle” with otherwise straight up and down honest people looking for love in the strangest of places, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Sammy Haim?

I assume Sammy is as tapped in to my emails as any government official.

You should know that it was Sammy, so well schooled in the teachings of the Kabala but not a clue about numbers, let alone how to go about executing the many words of wisdom I assume are found in the Kabala, was the first to inform me, “The English language was ripped out of the Latin, one of the spiritual languages like Hebrew and Arabic” but now I am informing him as well as others copied on this email that without having to weigh my words all that carefully most reasonable people with IQs of not much more than 72 would naturally conclude from his insight that even the most pathological liars sometimes speak the truth.

And why we should pay ever so careful attention to people who can barely read or “right” [sic] let alone those who don’t signal when turning right at the corner stop sign at 15^th Street and Luneta while driving some fukukta old man’s Mercedes as I blast up from behind to mention little of how I plan to eliminate the suspects who let down the right front tire of the Mini Cooper S and to try and get them to stop short right there and decide perhaps in Jesus’ name to mention little of Allah or God’s name for that matter who I believe watches each and ever step we make, that it really doesn’t pay to mess with my Ducati or me or for that matter any of “my women” and that includes former girlfriends, i.e. the Punch and Judy show will soon draw to a close.

The dawn is soon approaching when men with elevated levels of testosterone will get their comeuppance as women who haven’t quite played the “corporate game” get with the program, start taking numbers and kicking butt.

In my opinion, those men and women who have clawed their way to the top of the heap with road kills abounding like never before, will not simply return to earth when God says, “Lights out” as opposed to going on to explore new universes but when they return they can hope for nothing more than to work their way up the ladder starting out as beetles pushing dung unless of course they were to beg God to return as say an ANT or a potted plant for Pypeetoe to pee on.

Pypeetoe still hasn’t yet got the full hang of lifting his back leg when peeing and in July he will be 2.

Furthermore, in due course, assuming folks decide not to “black list” and of course the same would be achieved with possibly a blow to the back of my head baring in mind though that I mostly wear a motorcycle helmet these days, I will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that elevated testosterone levels are a direct byproduct of the long term effects of “short circuits” the net result of “lying stealing and cheating” while sniffing up other peoples’ butts forgetting from where each one of us comes that God dispensed of our tails and it is no business of anyone whether or not I wore my Tuxedo to bed after our amazing wedding.

As you may have read I provided Mr. Krinsk upon my return from South America with a rock that is 9 on the so-called “Moses scale” which at times we use on each other to smooth out the rough spots although when you are both playing “pong” it doesn’t get much rounder than a ping-pong ball that requires so delicate a touch.

Time to fly.

Gary

From: Anonymous V
Sent: Wednesday, April 30, 2003 2:59 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Getting started

Hi Gary

Things were better at this fair, but judging the jewelry on its own, this past weekend still needs to be only a stepping stone to make the time spent worthwhile.  In terms of how it got me connected to other ideas though, things are going just fine.

I'll be at this new farmer's market I mentioned before this coming Sunday, and it has great potential.  I'm very keen to make my display look interesting ASAP, since competition for space may become tight, and organizers of these events want vendors to draw people.  I have been researching some other unrelated products as well, but nothing can be supplied to me very soon. 

On a personal note, but not your problem, I also need to generate some positive cash flow, and I have no real job covering me while I pursue other potentially lucrative but distant ideas. 

This leads to me really wanting to play with the grubbygrub idea in a hands-on manner very soon.  I think it would be possible for me to do so without much time consuming direct involvement from you at this early stage, and you do seem to be spread rather thin.  (Skipping town for a while?)  Some basics about the tools and raw material need to be covered, and then I can run with it.  We don't need to worry about having the correct clothing labels attached or a functional website at this point.  In a sense I shall be the first franchisee, although in a very informal manner.  We shall learn a lot from this low key entry into the market, certainly concerning streamlining the practicalities.

I stress that this approach reflects only my short-term view, and I'll focus on not letting my present needs interfere with my learning.  Let me know what you think.

I shall be there on Thursday.

M

From: Gary S. Gevisser [mailto:gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Tuesday, April 29, 2003 10:12 PM
To: Anonymous V

Subject: RE: fair correction

we had planned to be there on Sunday but things got in the way. But like everything else for those who try to be the best they can be it all worked out just fine and I am sure you got a lot out of the two days?

We are still planning on having some drinks at marie’s this coming Thursday evening around 6 pm so just come on by.

gary

From: Anonymous V
Sent: Saturday, April 26, 2003 7:54 AM
To: Gary Gevisser
Subject: fair correction

I meant to say that I'm on the Western-most block.

M