From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, March 25, 2004 2:58 AM
To: Cristina Lanata
Cc: rest, Raymond Bloom

Subject: Next Symposium (:) FW: lets give hope...---...Degenerate...---...Degenerative Disease (:)

 

Cristina - I heard sum time back from Alvero over at Rupa Wasi in Aqua Calientes that our partner Oscar was now fully recovered from his “close call”, Oscar, now a dad, letting me know this past Tuesday,

 

hola gary

te esperamos en tu casa

avisanos que dia llegas

un abrazo

oscar

 

I try as best I can to never lose sight of the light within no matter what distractions may come my way whether Man-woman made

 

Or

 

so-calledActs of Dog[sic] like the death-life recently of the granddaughter of a lady who was tasked with operating our Ccrest Café in Minehead, England.

 

I am using this email to accomplish more than just touching base with you while having u give me your “medical opinion” on these matters below including both the diagnosis as well as this piece of medical equipment bearing in mind that you may not have completed all your medical studies, and if in need of support I suspect your father, a rather well-equipped, highly respected physician might be able to as the English say, “contribute his too pennies worth of advice” not that I would suggest anyone at this time contribute as us Americans say, “one single dime” without first getting “our arms around” the facts.

 

Were it not 4 other things on my plate I would have got to this email of Leslie Myburgh’s much sooner, my sense is that the Good Lord will forgive me for this delay.

 

When being approached to give money

 

Or

 

invest in anything I first want to know, “How come I am the lucky person” and of course you know by now I don’t believe in “luk” [sic] but rather good “Jew diligence” [sic].

 

I consider the obligations between “man and man” as important as our obligations between “man and G-D” careful to invest emotionally in man-woman since a loss can sweep one off one’s feet there not necessarily a second chance to make amends when one’s conscience is depleted, strokes brought on by exactly what?

 

Quite different to how I go about investing money in say a surfboard that helps propel one forward using the forces of nature, a loss of money as long as one learns from the mistakes can in fact be quite uplifting as long as always given of one’s best, man’s greed rather than money the root of evil all?

 

Every so often I use an old bicycle to do maneuvers using the force of the waves tu propel me forward, my thinking of getting one of these days a bicycle, second hand of course, that one can pedal “backwards and forwards” as well getting one of my engineer friends tu install a mechanism that adjusts the seat and the pedals automatically depending on the height of the wave, my book Manager Minute One a takeoff of the business book One Minute Manager in the final stages of completion that when tied in with my 100 odd websites including

 

eMANandDOG.com=moc.GODdnaNAME

 

Or 

 

How about,

 

eMANandDOG.net=ten.GODdnaNAME?

 

should be one bloc-buster.com success?

 

My focus at this time to bring about sum revolutionary changes beginning with the way we think applying mathematics and science, invigorating the masses with the basics, eradicating the class welfare system that keeps the masses downtrodden without them having to spill any more blood, in the words of the rock group Matthew Good Band,

 

I’m  tired of blood and over priced bubble gum, mum.”

 

And remember like u, I am part of the privileged class.

 

Yesterday was my 47th birthday and we celebrated “big time” more than a handful of folks who r more familiar with the “mission” I have been on 4 sum time no doubt quite surprised that I have made it this far without a “blow to the back of my ugly-duck head”.

 

My also wanting to say hello Emile Myburgh Esq, no relation to Leslie, whatever that means in this “God eat Dog” [sic] world, who never showed up at our Sunset Party sum 3 months back perhaps as I have mentioned be4 because of the lack of parking space preventing him possibly from landing his jet eliminating the one chance of meeting the woman of his dreams.

 

My read of Oscar’s Spanish using the altavista translation tool is that at least one of the Condor Houses is ready as I put my “foot more to the peddle”, making things “twist” back into shape, the first step in creating a masterpiece, followed by values, the differing contrasts of light, and then ever so careful in mixing the colors, the chroma, the brightness of the colors bringing out the dimensions, the more one moves away from black and white which have no color, the more one brings out the richness of coffee, just checking tu c whether “Raymond B.oom” [sic] is paying attention, and eventually when we lose our color, much like not having a sense of humor, we begin to stink, nothing like being on a sinking ship, hi Professor BrowNose Brown and why I refuse to go on cruise ships.

 

The coffee bit got me thinking of this E-mail I sent earlier today, Poli-Pollak, a Wall Street chatter box feeling sumwhat boxed in, oh well, alls well that ends well, whatever that means?

 

So far there has yet to be one individual “of substance” who has given me even the slightest argument that Albert Einstein was no more than a step

 

Or

 

tTOo away from completing his quest to come up with a

 

Unified theory

For the inner workings

Of the universe.

 

Einstein’s alpha numeric equation E=mc˛, his words, “The mind of God”, explaining the workings of the cosmos, i.e. Deep Space has all the right symbols in explaining things of “matter” in a non-vacuum environment such as that which has only been found so far within SpaceShip Earth, remembering that a light bulb, i.e. a vacuum tube is “man made” the rest of our surroundings within earth’s atmosphere has to the best of my knowledge never been tested in terms of things like c=speed of light which few would argue is a constant, at least that is within Deep Space, although in the medium of water the most fireproof material man-made

 

Or

 

Godly inspired, made up of too highly combustable gases, we have the first glimpses of a “shift” developing, time, motion and space pretty much all coming together, at what point do we begin to question our faith?

 

At this time it seems more and more of those in tune with the heartbeat of the universe are turning off their TV sets, noticing an ever so small shift in the trend coming out of Hollywood, comedy to lighten up the load, violence having numbed folks to the point that they are questioning even if they combine a Tylenol moment with valium and while performing a frontal lobotomy find the time to take a crap ever so careful not to mess with the joystick controlling the catheter inserted daily just when the weatherman appears on camera, up their anus of course, to test which way the “wether” [sic] is blowing it will make that much of a difference, the smiley-grumpy-topsy-turvy-curvy faces of broadcasters beginning to wear awfully thin, skin almost as remarkable as water, agree?

 

At precise 7:10 PM PST, just prior to an incredible dinner prepared by our Canadian friend Bryan Taylor, I got off the phone with Devin Standard and his entire family who sang me Happy Birthday that I had them sing 3 times [X] so that I could get the perfect recording on my laptop computer that has this built in recording device that I was having at first a little difficultly mastering, nothing like the sound of happy sincere people in tune who just prior to the my counting down on the 3rd take felt the need to explain to everyone in the Standard household located in Denver, sum too hours ahead of us here on the west coast of the United States,

 

“U understand we r having to do this several times to boost Gary’s ego” [sic].

 

No doubt Devin’s wife Charlotte had sum concerns this kind gesture was going to turn into a possible nightmare just be4 putting their 3 kids to bed, the 71 reminding me of my incredible dad who completed 71 operations dive bombing the crap out of the Nazis during WWII, his call this morning well worth the 1.9 cents per minute it was costing him, he and I separated by just the Pacific Oshon mindful that this earth’s surface is currently covered by sum 71% water, water at the heart of all the ills and good there is, all a matter of how we look at things, half full

 

Or

 

Half empty, the bottle, whether we are willing to accept the uncertainty which is half the fun if one is young at heart along with the adventure

 

Or

 

Whether one wants to have it both ways, the adventure with the certainty which has one constantly looking at the bottle as half empty, Bryan soon after the happy, happy, happy call handing me a beer perhaps thinking by feeling the speed of my typing that I needed to slow down, the rather loud music sweetness to my ears.

 

Patience is a virtue, but when one considers the damage that is being done to our young with each tick of the clock, remembering the space between our ears starts out as a non-vacuum environment and if not properly protected it is inevitable the brain will turn into a perfect vacuum, the speed dependant upon the “level of abuse”.

 

Altho I am now typing relatively fast I am updating with hyperlinks other emails I have sent over the past 72 hours which has one going rounder and rounder in ever tighter circles, the need to go “back and forth” dictated by Quantum Mechanics methodology ingrained in us right from the start, each and every one of us pretty much programmed right from the start, our Intelligent Quotients [IQ] at worst having the brightest sum 24 odd IQ points above the maddening crowd, at worst no more than 12 IQ point separate the smartest of us from the dumbest, and when one considers that the most complicated mathematics and sciences is very possibly behind us who really gives a rat’s ass about being the smartest when considering how much little time we have left in this “God eat God” [sic] world which is not to suggest that we allow any fricken adult to interfere with the sequencing of our youth, just a “question of time” be4 things become “topsy-turvy-curvy.”

 

Time and space converging with each tick of the clock, remembering it is only from our perspective that the universe is expanding at an accelerating rate, there is of course the other perspective based on the Red Shift Effect that suggests in no uncertain terms that the universe is contracting and what role gravity “plays” in keeping us all “grounded”, arrogance no doubt sumthing to avoid, a difficult balance 4 me to sustain when concerned with the cries of those who r losing hope with each tick of the clock, my guided at this time to simply follow my instincts, always remembering to find the time to do one’s Pilates even if means going to a fricken gym to get away from the sound of my typing.

 

Sound, a phenomenon exclusive to SpaceShip Earth, now moving up the stairway leading into the master bedroom of the beach house, my now hearing the words, “To die” 4, such a number the halfway point to the infinity sign, mirror images are we all of our past and future, living in the moment so important, reflecting back and forth, the Red Shift Effect demonstrating beyond a shadow of doubt that from our perspective we are tumbling through Deep Space where “matter” and “anti-matter” cancel one another out, to a starting point we refer to as zero=0.

 

The lack of trust having much to do with us having lost a sense of not only who we are but where we are going, the ZQuestion to Albert Einstein which Marie and I first began putting together back on December 1st 2002, a long winded “first step” in bringing balance into our wor.d [sic].

 

So, as I hear the words, “watch your back” why hasn’t anyone done a direct experiment to test whether such incredible speed, 300,000 kilometers per second, c, the speed of light, is in fact accurate, a task that in fact could be accomplished the very next time a space shuttle

 

Or

 

Even a rather simple rocket were to be launched out of earth’s protective outer layer 80,000 odd feet hi, really in the scheme of things not that far to go considering we had a man walking on the moon back in 1969, so what do u think is the “hangup”?

 

I have been getting a number of hang-ups as of late as I go about attacking the “fronting companies” but nothing that really concerns me, most folks with whom I am currently “doing battle” well aware of the safety measures I have taken in protecting the irrefutable “smoking gun proof” of political corruption at the highest levels of our government and I can assure u President George W. Bush is highly unlikely to be implicated in this epic of epic scandals, in fact as much as our great President is vilified around the world once the truth is known I am quite certain the vast majority of the literate world will eventually say “hail to our chief.

 

I have little doubt this is one President who abhors the bloodshed as much as me and my father who knew while fighting the “right fight” on each of his 71 operations felt a pain somewhere in his body when pulling the lever releasing 500 and 1,000 pound bombs over areas where the enemy painstakingly deposited themselves amongst the most innocent.

 

The American media have done an incredibly good job of keeping the truth hidden about the level of corruption of our political leaders at both the State level as well as the vast majority of our politicians in Washington which as u know is where the Federal Government is housed, the most rot, however, not where one would expect it that is if u have been buying into the media bs put out ever since the days of what is referred to as The New Deal when President Roosevelt in an effort to “kick start” the U. S. economy during the Great Depression began all sorts of public works programs that saw no end until such time as the masses became hooked on entitlement programs, the Democratic Communist Party much more so than the cowardly Republican Party to blame for the incredible imbalance that now exists between us “phat

 cats” [sic] and the very sickly masses who have been weaned especially here in the United States on fast food, quick sex, and lots of TV dinners.

 

Nothing pleased me more a few months back despite the “over the top” extravagance of our Danielle’s “formal” than tu c that she had chosen as her date the darkest skinned gentleman I have ever seen in Del Mar other than when Michael Grant our heavyweight “so very sweet” boxer friend visited with us a few years back.

 

Dr. Him, Danielle’s biological father did in fact behave himself as best can be expected by sumone who clearly has no breeding not even bothering this time to greet his one ex-wife, my Marie, who very likely would have ignored him, my using this missive to send out APB which I think stands 4 All Points Bulletin which I think means let all future wives of Dr. John Ben Stewart be alerted.

 

As u may have read in one of my recent missives, this idiot having the audacity at the time Marie told him to hang on to The Big House while getting lost in his “pigsty” to make the comment,

 

“U will c how difficult it is to get by in this world on a smile” [sic].

 

More than a handful of folks have concerns that The Him, my now substituting in the word The 4 Dr., whose attorney, Money Talks, once again copied on this missive, may resort to other measures to “get his-her way” while knowing that today he is very much “under the spotlight” there being a whole lot more folks than just Judge Hendrix watching each and every one of his moves.

 

I am now wanting to move “full steam ahead” in converting our Ccrest Café over to a “full on” vegetarian my mindful at this time of a number of things including my commitment not tu be on the computer well be4 sunset, yesterday I slept most of the day dreaming about stuff I suspect G-D is keeping to Him-Herself although I spend well over 90% of my time not typing away but trying as best I can “sticking tu my knitting” fully aware that time is “running out.”

 

Risk assessment” is a business that cannot be that easily defined, at least I am incapable of doing it, my now leaving u with this thought about why eating pig contravenes the laws of Kashrut=Kosher, Danielle’s date whose name was Kadosh very similar in sounding to the Hebrew word 4 “Holy”, being of Persian-Mexican descent his mother, Cristine, I can assure u after putting her thru quite “the interrogation” as decent a human being as I have ever met and been fortunate enough tu speak with ever so briefly while getting as perfect a “run down” as I suspect is humanely possible given my “skill and experience” in these matters, the “twisted tail” of a pig, just one clue.

 

The Meek

With Teeth

Inherit

Shall

The earth

 

The time is fast approaching when we say “Pasta La Vista” to crooked politicians and in with New Beginnings

 

And “to hell”, i.e. zero tolerance with kids who play it “fast and loose” growing up tu become diks who play “is-is” with the English language which was ripped from Latin one of the spiritual languages, there being design everywhere, the need to pay attention tu everything including what pathological people have to say given the fact that even they at times sumtimes speak the truth.

 

When Marie and I plus the too kids visited Notre Dame in Paris last summer I had JoNathan draw me this picture of G-D and although his sister, Danielle, tried tu influence him tu represent G-D as Jesus Christ no doubt on a bloody cross JoNathan would not be swayed “otherweiss” [sic].

 

As long as there is still sum innocence left then so is there light, light is knowledge, knowledge is light, us remaining loyal only tu G-D-Nature, man-woman at this time simply not reliable enough, enough is enough, less said the better, my getting the likes of the The Him to eat each and every one of his fricken words that he has vomited forth as well as put in writing, thanks to the Digital Age WILL last as long as any of us, at least this time around.

 

The time on my computer clock which could be off a few minutes is exactly 2:27 AM PST and although I slept 4 more than 8 hours during the day yesterday I am now getting drowsy and my plan is to be up at the crack of dawn visiting with my 88 year young friend Gene Reque and then after organizing the studio-west coast headquarters of Manager Minute One I will send out 3 rather important emails be4 calling it quits my plan unless u say otherwise is to copy u as well as a whole number of folks whose email addresses constantly get tossed my way, the hub of my websites Nextraterrestrial.com remaining on track to be the number one website on the planet based on the number of hits per day we get on average, and remember at this time we are selling nothing other than the truth and again unlike my incredible mother who at this time continues to show signs of senility I do not subscribe to my extraordinary mater’s notion of conflict resolution,

 

“I only debate people who agree with me.”

 

A couple of months back while visiting with Gene I ran into a lady by the name of Caren who along with her husband having returned sum 5 years ago after a 15 year stay in Canada, is now focused primarily it seems on philanthropy.

 

Just prior to meeting her along the Del Mar Cliffs I was listening tu the music industry legend, Kasy Kasim on 94.1 FM at exactly 11:01 AM PST after hearing U2’s Mysterious Ways, “… lights up my life” that was, “#1 on the American Top Twenty back in 1992” when President and Mrs. Bill “Kitchen-Wallpaper” rode into the White House leaving behind sum 8 years later with everything butt the “kitchen sink”, the world in quite a mess, our great president George W. Bush having to not only make do with so very little, our manufacturing base all butt shipped off offshore to mention little of what happened to all those American dollars meant tu assist Peruvian farmers cultivate alternative crops tu cocoa leaves, my remembering sum of these details such as Mr. Kasim commenting on “Orange county home of Disney Land” be4 playing the song, It’s my life,… collect myself… Don’t u forget” only because I happen to have written them down on a piece of paper that I just came across, my memory tho perhaps a littler better than the average Blow Joe, lilly-white-wheaty eating South African raised in a degenerate society such as Durban, South Africa.

 

Gene, who also lives close to the beach here in Del Mar, while taking care of 3 dogs is quite the inspiration to many of us young and aging “gracefully” as he continues to break new ground each and every day constantly reaching for the stars while doing his hour, sometimes too hours a day on the Pilate machine in addition to his 100 plus pull-ups to mention little of working on his 1960 Studebaker motor vehicle which he happened to have a hand in designing when working for the Studebaker motorcar company for sum 30 odd years, and then there is his incredible garden to mention in passing Gene has been full on vegetarian since he was 40 years of age eating only organic food.

 

Degenerative diseases r just one of the many items of concern to me and to what extent “controlled substances” such as Aspartame have contributed in playing havoc on the minds of good friends like my china Tony Unruh who in complaining about my ramblings has yet tu give me the telephone number and email address of our mutual friend David Lewis who today lives in Toronto, Canada, then again Tony may have thought that some other South African like Sol “Gambling CzarKersner might have offered by now a helping hand.

 

My best memories of David Lewis, quite the joker, David recounting tu me soon after he lost his leg, sawn off just below the knee, I assume by a more competent carpenter than me, after David plowed into a motor vehicle sum 30 odd years ago, telling I believe it was Tony who was visiting David in hospital in Johannesburg at the time,

 

Don’t worry about how I am going tu stand up, think about the driver of that motor vehicle when I get him in court, he won’t have a leg to stand on.”

 

Not tho as funny as when our Danielle not that long ago was driving “shotgun” in Marie’s pathfinder commenting to The Him on her cell phone,

 

What the hell do you want me to do, miniaturize the phone and then stuff it in her [Marie’s] ear, blah blah” [sic]?

 

No doubt if there is a miniscule non-vacuum space between The HIM’s ears he is still reeling from her mighty sized comments.

 

Then there are the series of emails sent subsequently the last one in the “47” hyperlink this past Monday geared toward getting a number of folks to “listen up” quite incredible u would think that a guy married to one of the most beautiful and smartest women, I almost left out, not altogether sinless person, in the world when told by her father at their wedding to “behave” himself, does anything butt.

 

Not that The Him was into “annul sex” [sic] in fact from what I could gather, Marie both very private and proper, intercourse was the extent of his one hour a year exercise, and this is a guy who has sum 3 months vacation a year, moreover when trying to “save his own skin” having committed the foulest of acts suggesting in no uncertain terms “sexual misconduct” on my part and then while fully expecting a criminal court judge to drop the guillotine down on his head, then states in writing that he has the support of Marie’s immediate family, u would think might be enough to at least have Marie’s 3 “strapping” brothers to read this son-of-a-bitch and his son-of-a-bitch attorney, Mr. Money Talks nothing short of the “riot acthi Jean, Paul and Andre Dion.

 

While it is great here less than a block from the beach at 227 27th Street, there is, however, a rather dirty ditch separating us from this “one of a kind” horseracing establishment known as the Del Mar Racetrack, quite stinky, I might add.

 

Not to forget Andre Dion’s address in Washington DC 2227 Military Road, a colleague of Andre’s at the Canadian embassy apparently wrote the book, The Life of Pi, which Marie gave to Andre when they visited to say their goodbyes to Johnny Dion a few weeks back, her missive being sent just hours be4 Johnny Dion took his last breath having his very caring youngest son Jean Dion giving him all the encouragement needed, to stir up the brain dead.

 

Our beach house isn’t as close tu the beach as Caren’s modern monstrosity that probably didn’t cost as much to build as the “one of a kind” more subdued looking beach house equidistant as the “crow flies” between us and our friend Jerry’s humble beach front cottage on 29th Street which sum folks estimate could have cost upwards of $50 million.

 

When, however, “all is said and done”, I couldn’t say precisely since the one time I was about to gain entry, the jet set crowd, clearly quite taken by the good looks and speed of Pypeetoe, I got distracted after speaking with Mr. Debonair JRK who had coached me rather well on how I might without upsetting the owner comment on his pitiful art collection.

 

Nor did Caren’s not-so-humble abode likely contain much Canadian timber which is how I understand they got “rich quick” to support what Gene and I refer to as the “cat walk” that serves little purpose other than to say, “We came, we saw, we conquered” which brings me back to the missive I sent on Tuesday to Ms. Vicky “Sticky” Schiff who forgets mostly why she decided in the first place to compensate me “so handsomely” and sex was never part of our 4am play, then again when u r “in bed” with the likes of Bill “Kitchen-Wallpaper” Clinton one can come up with all sorts of excuses not to do the “write thing” [non-sic].

 

Pypeetoe without doubt most would agree is the best looking and fastest dog over 50 meters than any dog

 

Or

 

bitch 4 that matter, quite incredible, wouldn’t u agree, that sumone such as myself, scars up the kazoo, big ears, large nose, small chin, midget sized arms and legs, having in addition tu Pypeetoe, someone such as Marie who one female hairdresser I keep running into never fails tu remind me that Marie is “the best looking woman in all Del Mar.

 

To mention just in passing that Sebastian Capella is not the only person I know, who argues quite convincingly that Marie is getting more beautiful with age, no doubt my infantile behavior contributing to keeping her on the “fast track”, just moments ago the train passed by.

 

Fast Track” is a phrase often used when attorneys get together tu “carve out” their respective “claims” tu the good life, my looking forward to when Citicorp file a complaint against me 4 failure to make good on my one credit card giving me the opportunity to respond in kind.

 

There is this guy Randall that keeps calling me, trying ever so hard to change his voice, essentially pleading with me to settle since he and I both know the costs to him and his client r going to be a whole lot more than even if they were to agree to me settling this debt 4 a single penny, not a penny, more

 

Or

 

Less.

 

Pypeetoe like any healthy mind-healthy body male gets distracted on occasion by Jerry’s dog, dot, the need tu go “back & forth” to the year dot quite important in keeping things “in perspective”, my looking forward to hearing more about a certain San Diego Women’s group that this Caren lady seems “hell bent” on supporting, my knowing all to well that women, those who can control their level of testosterone more so than the average male, are best in “command & control” positions, the difficulty these days is telling men apart from women other than the size of their respective penises who really knows whether it is the real thing attached these days.

 

Us so attached to our things, size of the mind, trust me, like the “Hand of G-D” on the “dimmer switch” counting a whole lot more these days in keeping the likes of Marie happy as a bee who could most would agree grab hold of someone a whole lot wealthier even than my uncle David Gevisser, possibly Dr. Jonathan Beare who is gay also incredibly good looking tho, would have difficulty today keeping up with Marie equipped with quite sum guidance in terms of how tu do “Jew diligence” [sic] well beyond what one would gleam from tax returns

 

Or

 

personal financial statements even if certified by someone as certifiable as Arthur A. who has gone so “deafeningly silent.”

 

This all assumes that Marie would be in the least bit interested in the size of someone else’s wallet, my continuing to derive so much incredible satisfaction thinking about how The HIM in his second pitiful declaration back in the fall of 2002 protested how I had “bought her off”, suggesting in no uncertain terms that Marie, despite quite the brilliant mind and all the cash, was incapable of seeing that this rapacious out-of-control despicable character was primarily focused in “knocking the daylights” out of this rather “one of a kind” very sweet and gentle person whose command of things that matter, i.e. a value system is sumthing she worked out all on her own, realizing it seems early in life that to get ahead one simply had to constantly do “the right thing.

 

Problems develop with logical thought processing when women far better equipped genetically in “multi-tasking” choose instead a “singular mind set” such as sweeping things under the carpet, looking for distractions rather than address the wrongs of one’s environment.

 

Here we have not only the beach sand to contend with but the desert sands blowing so much so that today we have the “best and the brightest” heading for the hills, Marie yesterday resting up at our rock cabin, although she is constantly moving, rearranging things, quite the artistic touch.

 

When one cuts through it all the problems of the world amount to nothing more than simple laziness, our not wanting to move, not wanting to change our ways despite all the signs of G-D-Nature beckoning us forward, to constantly be on the move.

 

There really is no where for degenerates to hide, the Digital Age benefiting mostly those living in modest surroundings who have to “cope” with their G-D given lot, our JoNathan soon after breakfast sum time back getting it right about why us Americans, particularly us North Americans, are losing the ability to compete in the “real world” opting out in many instances

 

and/or

 

Resorting to the time tested routines of “lying, stealing and cheating”, the likes of the all omnipotent California Coastal Commission having within its ranks “co-opted” folks doing the “dirty work” of a handful of rapacious individuals hell bent on dying the richest people in the grave, hell, to repeat is only here on earth.

 

And once these yoyos wake up and find themselves looking “spirituality” right in the face, that life is very much a “too way street” that keeps repeating itself time and again it will be “lights out” these self-absorbed idiots never stopping to think why in mathematical terms we couldn’t come up with such a thing as a “perfect circle”, the “pi” [sic] never big enough 4 those whose wants outweigh their needs, but then again not everyone, especially those who have allowed their formal education to interfere with their learning can grasp mathematics at the highest levels.

 

Del Mar is made up of a hodgepodge of folks from all walks of life, the super rich like the Dupont’s who are keen tu purchase my friend Jean Reque’sone of a kind” house, tu those like myself falling into the category of “unemployable” able tho just with a handshake, providing not a single financial document including the most “usual and customary” Social Security number, to rent a beach house based purely on my signature although I told the real estate agent tasked with renting the house next door to us on 27th street which now serves as the west coast headquarters of Manager Minute One

 

Or

 

in the event Marie needs more space a rather comfortable studio, the development going on this area of the world so incredibly out of control without the infrastructure such as roads let alone water tu support the lifestyle of people who c no end tu this opulence, the gathering of sum of these folks at the start of Danielle’s formal in one household further east of us away from the beach their garden-pool outside area looking more like a tropical forest than any home I came across in all the years I lived and trekked thru Southern Africa, bearing in mind tho that most of the trees I noticed were palm trees with water gushing around making me think that I was in sum Disneyland theme park environment, not tu forget tho, that one doesn’t normally when trekking through say the Sahara Desert come across Bedouins planting Palm trees, my sense is that even such low high flying trees only take root around spots such as an oasis?

 

Jean Reque is the most humble idealist while quite the perfectionist, so mindful of others as he carefully drives his glistening white Studebaker back and forth between his house and Dogs beach a stones through away from us.

 

At around sunset yesterday Bryan Taylor who is staying in the studio soon after walking in the door to the house to prepare my birthday dinner turned on the music, awakening the life within me-u, my mindful tho of the blood and guts being spilled aimlessly throughout this world, change tho is in the air. 

 

Until such time as we clean things up in each of our backyards beginning with the rotten human beings we have no one but ourselves to blame if we don’t make it through the “tight squeeze”, make no mistake there is room 4 only a few good men and women and their loyal pets, and if I ever hear that word “loyal” uttered again I wont even waste my time vomiting, why wait, if not now then when?

 

If I am only 4 myself, who am I?

 

If I only not 4 myself who is 4 me?

 

Love, kisses and hugs.

 

Gary

 

 

 

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Sent: Saturday, January 10, 2004 12:39 PM
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Subject: Fw: lets give hope

 

 

----- Original Message -----

From: ANOTHER PLANET

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Sent: Saturday, January 10, 2004 3:21 PM

Subject: lets give hope

 

 

Hello to all my dear friends,

Please read the letter below. This was written a few days ago by Miguel, who is a good friend of mine, and now his sister, Erika is in a very serious condition. I have managed to get hold of the importer of this equipment, and he has agreed to sell it to us for $650, and then Doctor Galvez has promised to use this in conjunction with his monitor, and to do all examinations free. Erika is about to die. Please, if you can help her by making any type of donation, I am positive between us all, we can raise $650. Please help, she is loved soo much by her family, but they are really poor, they dont have anything. And Erika doesnt have much time. We need to move fast.

Abajo es el carte en espanol. ahora, es posible compra este maquina por $650, y el doctor prometas el hacer el examenes gratis. por favor, si es posible ayuda con qualquier monte, si es $10, todos ayuda Erika. Gracias.

Thank you all.

With love,

Lesley.........below are my bank details for any donations for Erika.

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN 

Dear Sir / Madam, 

My sisters name is Ericka Silva Gutierrez and she is 24 years old. Ericka was born with a syndrome called OSLER RENDU WEBER. Not much is known about this syndrome, and it is currently under investigation.  She always looses a lot of blood from the anus, and her heamoglobin level drops to “5”. At the moment it is at this level again, and even though she has many blood transfusions, the doctors say that right now there is not much point in having more, as before, the heamorraging was coming from her large intestine, but now it is coming from her small intestine, and the heamorraging cannot be stopped. The only way to possibly stop this, is with the use of a certain instument called “ENDOSCOPIC CAPSULE WITH A SPECIAL MONITOR.” This instrument is only available for use in the SAN PABLO clinic in Lima, and for the use of this instrument, the cost is $1500. This instrument will allow the doctor to see exactly where the tear is in her intestine, and then only can the operation to repair this be done. Without this, my sister Ericka will die. She has never had a normal life, she has spent most of her time in hospitals suffering enormous pain.  My family does not have this kind of money, we are poor, and it is very difficult in Peru to even imagine trying to gather this type of money.

I am asking please, if it is possible to assist us with this, as we cannot afford this. I do not want to think that it is impossible to save the life of my sister, whom we all love. She is a very special young woman. My family needs your assistance, we cannot save my sisters life without help.

The details and telephone number of  Ericka’s Doctor in Lima:

Doctor Galvez, 01- 4358583.

San Pablo Clinic ref Capsula Endoscopica

I previously approached the Rotary club and the Lions club, but both said they would have to contact other countries, as they have no money here, I have not had any replies from either, and I am getting desperately worried about the time my sister may have left if action is not taken immediately.

Please assist us with this.

I thank you very much, 

Miguel Silva Gutierrez

Telephone 084-241168

Bank Details

Another Planet Alternative Route SCRL

ahorros 780-7091141

codigo swift bsudpepl

banco wiese

calle maruri 315

cusco                                                                                 

Estimado Senor, 

Mi hermana se llama Ericka Silva Gutierrez. Ella tienes 24 anos. Ericka nacio con un síndrome llamado OSLER RENDU WEBER, y ahora esta enfermedad esta en investigación no se conoce mucho de esto. Ella sangra siempre por las eses, siempre pierde sangre de esta forma y le baja su hemoglobina a niveles muy bajos como “5” de hemoglobina como ahoraSiempre ella sangra por el intestina grueso, pero ahora ella sangra por el intestino delgado y no hay forma de parar la hermorragia. Ella siempre a luchado con esta infermedad mucho tiempo en las hospitales, sufriendo dolorosos  examenes. Nunca a tenido una vida feliz que una chica normal necesita. La maquina que ella necisita se llama “CAPSULA ENDOSCOPICA CON MONITOR ESPECIAL” y solo la tiene en Lima la clinica SAN PABLO y el costo de esta maquina por utilizar es $1500.

Mi familia no tiene este dinero, es pobre, y esto es solo por saber la urbicacion de la herida por donde ella pierde sangre todo tiempo y es importante saber urbicacion de la herida para poder operar a ella. Sin este endoscopia ella morir. Yo no quiero pensar que esto no tiene solucion en un mundo de todos nos llamamos civilisados a nosotros mismos.

Por favor,  ayuda mi hermana. Yo y mi familia nesecitamos mucho de ustedes

Muchas gracias, 

Miguel Silva Gutierrez

Telefon en Cusco 241168 o 9652006 o 222424