From: M
Sent:
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Re Seacrest
Hi
Just read
your email that was sent yesterday, we would like to inform you that we will be
in touch with Mr McClusky at Risdon
and Hosegood to make the payment that you have
requested.
We are both happy to except your conditions as stated in your email.
Yours
From: Gary S. Gevisser
[gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
To: M
Cc: rest
Subject: Friendly Fire
Gentlemen, REV your engines. I think we are all ready for start of the race, the
problems of the world as you know have nothing to do with race, color or
religion simply poor parental religious teachings + of course a limited supply
of clean drinking water.
I got back fairly late from my second
outing at the beach today having spent my breakfast time completing a footnote
to the E-mail
I sent out last evening to a real estate broker helping to find Marie and me a
place to rent closer to the beach.
It is possible that I might have found the
perfect spot although it is only for sale. I didn’t call the listing
agent because I know it would take nothing short of $5 million cash and I
simply don’t have those sorts of funds just lying around The Cave.
A couple of months or so back
I am very much in the “love”
mode hence my use of the color pink. The fact is
Just in case you are interested I will
soon be adding the former mayor of Hollywood, California to my delete list
immediately before I send him a reply to his recent email to me.
You cannot expect me to keep up this
“love nest” indefinitely considering all the dead wildlife I am seeing
all over the place to mention little of the “road kills” continuing ad-infinitum on the world stock exchanges
although there are some out there wanting to believe the media
who right now particularly those who don’t quite know how to hunt
are not so sure footed about how exactly to cover the current crisis down at
City Hall that has the Feds, aka FBI on the warpath.
[Go
FBI Agent Culp. You can count on me for full support as long as read these
council members their rights under the Constitution should you decide to arrest
them all. Let me know if you come across attorney James Ashworth Esq. who has
gone AWOL along with all the monies he said were needed in the actions he was
supposed to have brought against my wife’s former husband et al.]
Guys, I know you won’t object too
much as I use this opportunity to communicate with a whole bunch of folks and
please remember I am anything “butt”
[sic] mad at the whole world. On the contrary I am quite frankly exhilarated by
the recent turn of events although “twist”
is really what I am thinking.
Alan and I though clearly shared a like
for a particularly honest accountant who prior to going to work for Alan in his
fukukta company that he eventually sold to a defense contractor before the
services they were providing were said to be “faulty” although
perhaps the only thing that was wrong besides for having caught me and former
prosecutor both Alan’s partner and I know very well, was the failure of
the City of San Diego to advise its tax paying citizens that a Defense
Contractor was participating in the spoils of victory. Naughty naughty is what
a lot of us had to say including
Fear nor fate is something I dwell on very
much although it was very comforting when I saw Marie’s 13 year old girl
come up with her very first GirlieGarb.com t-shirt with the number 12 and two
stars painted on either side, much like what I had created on Guidance tTOo more than a couple of years ago without Danielle ever seeing that
particular hyperlink. When I showed her the link for the first time yesterday
she said it was, “cool.”
Several weeks back she drew me a picture
which you can see on that last hyperlink that describes in a nutshell what is
going in terms of Perfect
Storm III which I will not bore you with right now but suffice to say just
by the heat build up on my laptop computer you would be able to gauge how the Hot
Water Wars are now about to sizzle.
Believe it or not I didn’t run into
to Dr. Pollard who continues to E-mail
me despite knowing me rather well. I just glanced through the WSJ document
contained in that last hyperlink as I do read relatively slowly, no more than
1/5th through the book Holes which I started several months ago.
There was this one sentence that held me up for a rather long time until Marie
went through it with me word-by-word and fortunately or unfortunately, I got it
without her having to explain it to me.
Back in the 1960s or perhaps it was during
the 1950s Dr. Pollard while at Cornell University, a stodgy institution known
best for its real estate holdings along the C
I could be mistaken but I think this
couple who were using their antique book shop as a cover had in fact stolen the
United States nuclear secrets. At the end of the day I think they were just
handed over to the Soviets in an exchange of spies which of course keeps the
defense and offense folks on their toes, just like the TOES
going around in circles without a clue of what’s next in “shop” [sic]
and the world begins to spin ever so gently into a figure
8, depending of course
on your point of view.
This last paragraph will probably have few
folks scratching their heads but right now I am looking at a little plastic pig
I picked up off an empty table at the sandwich shop just up the street earlier
today. The man and son at the next table said that it had been left there a
while and since it would likely have been tossed away I held on to it.
Fairly recently Dr. Pollard sold some of
his papers relating to this rather eventful period in his life, no longer
though worried about what our secret service people are up to but no doubt
comfortable in the knowledge that at least someone other than Marie and me is
looking out for my dog Pypeetoe who is
rather cute even without the bowtie.
I spent more time at the beach this
afternoon than I usually do at first waiting to hear back from Mr. Krinsk Esq.
to see how the renovations in his house are coming along so that I can send out
invitations for the party he said he would have to celebrate our wedding. Now
just because my entire wedding along with the reception cost each of us $150
doesn’t mean that our friends have to be frugal.
I have yet to start working on a speech
but make no mistake I will be presenting Mr. Krinsk with an envelope that being
the sport he is he may choose to open and read the contents to all the guests
who will undoubtedly be told to first take a seat or of course he could wait
until the next day of business when I will email him and his staff with a bill
that constitutes the entire sums of monies he is currently indebted to me and
make no mistake such monies will include the $32 bet I recently won.
The reason I bring up the need for his
guests to first sit down is because the Krinsks have now have at least once
incident where a guest has slipped rather badly the result of a food fight I
was having with my dog, just kidding, but the point being one cannot assume
anything these days with their being so little trust amongst us humans and why
I remain still a little pissed off that I haven’t heard back from the
insurance broker-s.
Now understand that anything could occur
between now and when
Before I get into the meat of my response
to your latest email to me I should just make mention of how certain I am that
most people who get my emails actually do get around to eventually reading each
and every word. I first tested this out on a cardiologist friend of Mr.
Krinsk’s when
In fact
Back to
Going forward I am going to include a word
count at the end of each email just so that when folks later on see the email
as a hyperlink they can gauge
quite accurately the amount of changes I make which usually are shown in red
but every so often I use the color green. Over the course of the past 4 years I
might have deleted a word or two certainly no more than 10 and remember now I
have written well over one million words and of course that doesn’t
include any of my “work product” which is privileged.
Interestingly not even
The last time I saw Wes when I was with
Marie was back on Valentines Day 2002 when she and I celebrated her birthday
and Valentines all at the same time, further evidence of making Marie both my
wife and business partner, over at a restaurant on 5th Avenue in the
Gas Lamp district of San Diego that was once owned by the well-known talk show
host
You guys should by now fully appreciate at
least one thing about me besides for my generosity of letting you having free
run of the house as well as the restaurant for the past two odd months without
yet collecting a dime.
I couldn’t care less, i.e. it
doesn’t impress me whether someone is worth a trillion dollars or is
unlucky as the case may be for someone like
Now when I last saw
By the way
I just wish the “mother….wood
return” [sic] my Avenger Pitching Wedge which I used to transport Pypeetoe when we first went to Peru last
year. Of course I have other fukukta Avenger golf clubs but that one has
tremendous sentimental value to me and I was hoping to use it for when we all
visit with you possibly in this millennium.
Before I forget I should let Marie’s
first husband’s attorney Mr. George Hurst Esq. know that I have complied
with Dr. John Ben Stewart’s [JBS] recent request that I take down a
hyperlink that showed a photo of his and Marie’s kids. Since JBS is the
children’s biological father Judge Hendrix back on October 24th
of last year had to go along with JBS’ request that I remove any photos,
no matter how happy the kids looked, particularly when they were in my company.
There have been stackfulls of photos that
I had to painstakingly remove from my website directory and over the past several
months I have requested that Mr. Hurst notify me if there were any photos
that I may have missed.
I never heard back from Mr. Hurst but the
other week JBS who tells his second ex-wife, my Marie, that he doesn’t
communicate with Mr. Hurst for a whole lot of reasons that I won’t get
into right now, did somehow have the gall to tell Marie how he painstakingly
goes to the home page of my one website www.nextraterrestrial.com then
clicks on to “ground
zero” the second hyperlink in Perfect Storm VI and then goes all the
way to “fish”
that is on the last line of my 1,385 word E-mail
to Dr. Price of John Hopkins University which is a follow up to my 1,157 word E-mail to
Professor Kelly of Scripps Research. Then one has to scroll down to the Post
Script line of a 628 word E-mail
to Patti Smith, the secretary for South Africa’s Minister of Finance, my
good buddy
That particular email now has added to it
a footnote that JBS should find both interesting and very revealing about how
out of touch he really is knowing a whole lot less than I do about the family
of his wife that he was married to for almost 10 years to mention little of
when just a couple of years ago I asked his kids where they thought their
paternal ancestors came from and of course I explained both the word
“paternal” as well as “ancestors.” Neither kid at the
time mentioned the word “Scotland” or even “Britain”
although later Danielle said she knew her paternal ancestors were Scottish.
My issues with JBS go way beyond him throwing
back a scotch or two or God only knows how many joints he has smoked as he
approaches his 60th year, certainly though he looks closer to 65
than he does 55 although when Devin Standard
saw JBS for the first time in court on October 24th 2002 he
commented, “Christ the bugger is so old” [sic].
Now I have yet to hear either Devin or his
father, Kenneth
Standard who is president of the New York State Bar Association overseeing
a bunch of 68,000 “cry babies”
ever once curse or cry out the Lord’s name in vein although I
shouldn’t judge some 67,998 attorneys based on my limited experience with
two who come to mind.
I have promised
There are risks associated at any time
when the dinner service is slow. No need to go on any further on this topic.
By the way the reason why I continue to
send George Hurst emails is not because I want this out-of-control attorney to suck more money out of JBS
which simply means less in my pocket but because JBS and I are both restricted from
communicating with each other based on what Judge Hendrix ordered. A few weeks
back JBS handed Marie a document that resembles closely what the incredibly
fair judge ordered but it did not contain James Ashworth’s signature, my
attorney at the time.
As you have undoubtedly read Mr. Ashworth
who was quite brilliant in court when the hammer came down so hard on JBS,
barely uttering more than a few but very precise words, has gone AWOL. What
bothers me in fact more than my attorney dropping the ball and running off with
my money is that JBS has been told not to step foot off the curb of
Marie’s house to mention once again of him actually jumping in to the
passenger seat of the car she was driving the other day pleading with her that
he really didn’t read what he first signed when he was granted the
Temporary Restraining Order [TRO] against me.[1]
Now if one listens to Eminem you will hear
the word TRO mentioned which is a club in New York, something which Danielle,
JBS’ daughter educated me on. What JBS insinuated, however, in his
“intoxicated” state was nothing short of sexual molestation on my
part against you guessed it, his 13-year-old-daughter. And for that reason
alone I intend to hound this “son of bitch” the rest of his life
and anyone who had a hand to play in him trying to shut the light out of me to
mention little of the impact it would have had on my Marie; never to forget the
potential devastation to this totally innoscent 13-year-old who considers me at
worst no worse than what any teenager sometimes says about their own biological
parents but who knows deep in her heart that I only wish her the best, that the
tough love I sometimes give has her today feeling good about herself believing
rightly that she is as smart as me if not smarter. And of course we like the
same music.
Even if were to have a single solitary
word to say to JBS other than “go get a life” so four in total, I wouldn’t
waste my breath. JBS has no one to blame other than himself and is lucky he got
away without incurring the wrath of the Dion family who Marie and I kept out of
the foray although JBS didn’t think twice about using Marie’s parents’
name in his second declaration signed “under penalty of perjury”
that showed beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was no mistake in JBS’
intentions to do whatever it took to win over the children at any cost even if
it meant destroying the children and their incredible mother in the process.
No doubt JBS got the support he paid for
from Mr. Hurst along with the gutless wrenching nonsense spewing forth from the
likes of Kathryn Murray who somehow got looped in to doing the most incredible
job imaginable of tying the noose around all their necks and God only knows who
actually pulled the rope.
You may have read how King Golden, my
former pal and one time attorney, had told me about this friend-client who had
killed himself while involved in an “autoerotic” [sic] act that supposedly
has the person with rope strung around their neck using the likes of a door to
cut off circulation to the brain while giving themselves supposedly
“sum” [sic] incredible orgasm. And of course with God looking on it
wouldn’t surprise me that every so often he sends a draft through the
hallways and “caching.”
Which brings me to Manager Minute One and my now needing some quiet time to put the finishing touches to
this manuscript that I would like to be no more than 32 pages, 64 at the most,
and of course The Meek WITH TEETH shall inherit the earth will become just one of the cries of next
generation who are going to rock
this world.
DNA
Next tTOo
Breeding is everything
Stability is in the eye of the beholder
and Danielle’s mother’s day card, “Eye Love U” [sic]
will help transform all those who have been negatively impacted by the baggage
they keep shoving on the shoulders of the next generation saying stuff like
“Let me show you how” and “Have you done your
homework”, doing nothing more than making the kids co-dependants and best
of all there is Marie’s, “When the dialogue becomes
two monologues it is the beginning of the end,” followed
by
Sum
Things
Are
Built tTOo
Last.
Evolution?
On the way back from the beach a little
earlier I took the long route back to The Cave and couldn’t help but
notice how quiet things were in the neighborhood.
Around two years ago I had dropped off a
key in
With all that said, I am willing to
proceed on the following basis:
First, you are to immediately deposit with
my solicitor Mr. McClusky at Risdon Hosegood the amount of 450 English pounds
sterling for the month of May plus 10% of all the takings to date.
Second, you are not renters but m
Third, no one other than yourselves is
allowed to occupy the house section of the property, not even if they are a
patron of the café and are wanting perhaps the greatest spot in all of England
to just hang out and enjoy the view of the Bristol Channel with Wales far
enough in the distance that they won’t have to smell the farts of the
Prince of Wales with an enchanted forest no more than a stretch from the
entrance to the Café.
Fourth, this deal will terminate on
October 31st which means it will be up to you to contact me or one
of the executors of my estate Mr.
Fifth, you need to recognize that I am
very different to any member of my family including my mother whose best blank
verse other than the “poem” [sic] she
wrote me some 4+ years ago is, “I only debate those who agree with
me.”
Sixth, your decision not to take my
father’s curry recipe was something I could handle but it was enough to
let me know to “watch out” even though my father only had very
positive things to say about the two of you. And of course I am some 34 years
younger than my father never though, a chance in hell of ever getting some
fukukta pig valve placed inside of me, not even a decatheter.
Please consider very carefully each one of
these six points. If you don’t think you can live with my
“standards of conduct” you should start packing your bags
immediately. You may even find that some folks included on this email might
contact you to give you encouragement to “stand up”
to me and you should respond just like what Marie told Ms. Kathryn Murray when
she tried to make up for her serious miscalculations, “Don’t even try.”
Whatever your decision you must please
contact Mr. McLusky to make the current deposits. I have only visited his
offices once and I couldn’t tell you exactly where to go and nor do I
have his telephone number but I suspect that if you run into anyone wearing a
suit they will point you in the right direction of Risdon Hosegood.
In the past Mr. McLusky has required that
I send him an updated photo of myself. Very recently I received a new
driver’s license in the mail and I am not absolutely certain where it
currently is located. Marie though has been doing most of the driving and of
course I wouldn’t take out the Ducati without some form of identification
and a whole lot of NextraTerrestrial business cards.
My hope is that you take this all in the
spirit of New Beginnings that we need to approach things differently than in
the past that God is all about truth and love never though to miss a beat that
it is The meek WITH TEETH who shall inherit the earth, i.e. right now it looks
like the dogs are going to get it all. Now go break a leg.
Gary
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From:
Sent: Monday, May 05, 2003 5:09 AM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re Seacrest
– never to break anyone’s back, bones to chew on, weak to
empower
Hi Gary,
In
regards to your e.mail recieved this morning we would like to suggest to you
the following payments for the use of the cafe Seacrest, for the rent of the
house we would propose to pay £450 per month and in relation to the cafe would
we suggest 10% of the turn over.
If this is acceptable to yourself could you inform us of where we could make
the payments eg solicitor etc on a monthly basis.
Unfortunetly today is a bank holiday in England and we were unable to contact
the insurance agents as they were closed, we will however speak to them
tomorrow and ask them to forward you the policy details.
At present we are waiting to hear from the local Magistrates court in regards
to what type of licence we would require for the cafe and will keep you
informed of any developements.
We hope you find the above suggestion agreeable and look forward to hearing
from you.
yours
[1] Just the other day JBS signed this document
Marie handed to him as he came up to her front door that granted her permission
to take the two children out of the country this summer but don’t worry
they are now not only fully potty trained but are of an age where they come and
go, responding best when not being told, “Let me show you how.” In
other words, you won’t need to baby sit and they are pretty good when in
our care about picking up after themselves, i.e. Ccrest will not turn into a pigsty.
Furthermore, both kids are a lot of fun to be around as long
as there is more to do in Minehead other than fish
and of course I know there is whole lot more going on in and around our neck of
the woods having walked in less than a week some 100 miles back and forth
mostly though spending time in the forest and of course what would Minehead be
without my favorite shop, Chaos which caters for young upwardly mobile as well
as fukukta oldies like myself aging, however, so steadily, steady
as she goes, handy I am not.
At one point we were going to have at least one friend come
along for the ride but for some reason that kid’s parent-s decided
“otherweiss”
[sic] and instead of telling Marie or me simply let our kid know that perhaps
Marie +
I were not all that “cool”.
Unless one is able to get right inside someone’s head
or know them from birth better yet has a resume on them from the time they
begin to speak well before they have an opportunity to act irresponsibly then
one is left pondering one’s navel, going around in circles and of course
in a spot just a hop-jump-and-a-scotch close to
Burgundy Chapel
there is are better things to do than to play psychiatrist let alone second
fiddle to folks so out of tune with our generosity that comes from being free to
speak one’s mind even if it is only in the confines of one’s
parent’s home.
Some folks think that just because they discuss anything and
everything that comes into their heads without first filtering its effect on an
impressionable youngster’s mind that they are “with it” and
of course it has everything to do with filtering, never though forgetting the
past but if there is an accurate record of events that stays with each one of
us from cradle until death the chances of someone screwing with our heads as we
age is somewhat diminished if not altogether eradicated.
How it came to pass that U.S.
Filter, a wholly owned subsidiary of the French conglomerate Vivendi would
enter “my lair”
creating all sorts of tangled
webs, hair to boot
is not something I actually set out to do although I see it as nothing more
than my destiny given my ability to see trouble spots looming from high above,
working though of course from the bottom up and once you come to grips with the
fact that the world is “topsy turvy” my methodology becomes more
easily understood and so far no one to my knowledge has come up with a better approach
shot, i.e. style to reach out to the masses while keeping the rapacious in
check, nothing like a breath of fresh air, wouldn’t you agree?
The mother of this kid who has now been “grounded”
commented without missing a beat upon hearing from
I don’t think my being raised Jewish or Devin being an
African American with his father’s half having come over from the island
of Barbados was the cause of using our kid as their mouthpiece, nothing perhaps
more than a lack of class and of course both Marie and I know a thing or too
about class; just wait until you hear how well Marie shined when my English
mother once served up one of her storms that continues to resonate in the south
west countryside of England.
One cannot though dismiss too lightly the impact Marie and I
getting married has had in cutting folks off at the pass, many now confronted
with addressing their incredibly boring lives and hopefully now looking to
redress what amounts to nothing short of an abusive lifestyle.
This parent who went “MISSing
in ACTion” remains on
my email address list and nothing would give me more pleasure than to have this
cockney transplant added to the delete list.
For some reason whenever Marie leaves the country with the
kids she is always asked to produce a document signed by her former husband
granting her permission. One can only wonder whether all divorced woman with
children get the same preferential treatment of having the authorities look you
up and down like you were some sort of criminal.
When JBS recently went to Australia without the kids seeing Crocodile
Dundee what exactly do you think he told the U.S. Immigration authorities
who have better things to do like looking for Kathryn Murray’s former
“boy
toy” than kowtow to over-controlling people who usurp not only their
own limited authority but waste the precious resources of the state? He never
asked nor did he receive any letter from Marie granting him such permission.
Around the first week of April, JBS rather than send his
former second wife an email left a handwritten
note telling Marie about their son’s sporting activities at her
doorstep underneath one of the Bears that now
has drill hole marks all over it.
One cannot simply wonder whether JBS had suddenly forgotten
how to send an email, rather he and/or his attorney-s came to the realization
that this not-so-good doctor was in quite a bind, having boxed himself in with
his “Teeth”
email sent Wed, 19 Mar 2003 11:59 EST [Eastern Standard Time], although another
computer record shows it being sent at 9:00 AM PST [Pacific Standard Time],
that had nothing in the text section of the email followed 15
minutes later with a barrage quite eloquent for someone who like me can “bearly right”
[sic].
And no doubt JBS or his attorney is going to question that
one minute discrepancy for they are assured it will simply mean more sales of M
During our court hearing on October 24th 2002, JBS and his attorney, Mr. George Hurst, pleaded before Judge Hendrix that an E-mail that was sent to me on Saturday, September 14, 2002 8:39 AM PST was an “error” [sic] caused by JBS’ daughter who “pressed the wrong button while sitting on her father’s lap tapping away” [sic]. Clearly the email had come from JBS’ computer with only “Re: RE:” in the subject line and nothing in the text section. This communication from JBS was in violation of the Temporary Restraining Order he had obtained as a result of false and misleading assertions that went on “ad-museum” [sic]. My attorney, James Ashworth didn’t see anything to be gained in pointing out to Judge Hendrix that I responded to JBS’ lame email enquiring whether perhaps it was some monster ant or perhaps an employee of Milberg Weiss pissed off that I blew up the SPLASH class action complaint although I can’t say for certain what I followed up with since those emails of mine have now been placed in “deep storage.” 
Naturally I received no response from this pathological liar that Mr. Ashworth seemed hell bent on pursuing as much as me, so eager even prior to our day in criminal court when it was “tTOo close to call” [sic] to proceed in a civil lawsuit against JBS et al demanding though all the monies upfront. So what do you think has suddenly caused this thoroughbred of an attorney to have suddenly gone lame?
No doubt Mr. Ashworth like many others who think they can beat the odds of a “fix” like the ponies but what I have in mind for those who play it “fast & loose” who continuously have poor excuses for their shoddiness, looking like they awoke out of a living hell, fortunately though Mr. Ashworth got the hearing date before Judge Hendrix confused and we showed up on October 23rd 2002 one day too early.