Good evening to all who come to pass this threshold of time and space, without you the existence of mind is flaccid and remorse of any meaning. For without compiled thought and mind set, would we be even here to read or write anything. That is why I thank you in Chibi-Thulu ways. For I have found a peace in his and Chibettes creation and spreading stories with them as a social face. Just to have them take visual stories that tell a tale separate from the spoken tale.

They are a creation that I want to keep going as it shows a very existence that we are not alone in the creations, we have made many things that have become in a sense a life of their own. From art to tales, from creation to destruction, art and beauty can be found in all of them.

The nights have begun to chill and the hopes and dreams of warm nights are not here until the new year comes and takes hold on the directional alignment of the planet and we again face the sun. For many a days will be filled with the cold infrequent nights of icy and reformed water, a distinct and formulated science to manifest snow and icicles on the ice bound trough, A sincere development of fractals and devoured heat. They are beautiful and they hold the times of transference that we will never have the hope to understand. For to understand the non experienceable is a impossible task, for to know the feeling of a exoskeleton is not ours to know, to have the scales of a snake is not ours to manifest in mind. To have the ice take our blood and tissue and not have it take to the destructive means, impossible. So we must not bask in the facilities of the other but have the minds to understand we have not become what our minds are capable of. We are but the protoplasmic of the evolutionary chain that we understand. To process more then what we are is to be a fool of fools. We are mighty, we are bound, we are human.

Tasks of the night beholden me to a task set that is not of mind and worry, but of means to become a set of minds that I have been able to separate in my own consciousness to become what I am needed to be, A fool, a manifest, a creator and destroyer. Symptomatic to the means of the world yet a creator of my own is stronger. To have these things is not of value but of sincerity, as what we are is a lie and a untold truth, we are the discovers of lands and existence. We have taken bounds to the great unknown as a species, yet we hate and kill as individuals, even so the many have become in both religious means and social means to rape the context of humanity out of each other. Truth is decorum is not a truth but a absence of honesty and humanity, many times in the most recent of years, decorum has become the means to kill and mutilate little girls, to have the boys taken as concubines and yet we still hold onto the devolutions that skin makes a difference. What makes a difference is humanity and not validate the means of incest and child rape as a means of a god (imaginary friend) say it is a good thing. This is the true human inside us, a depraved and molest devolved species in many ways. As a disease to me they should not be sanctified in a prison like we do but tend to the gardens as they become compost.

The light in us all is not found by a greater being, not found in the sacrifice of any others body or mind, the light is not found in the crimson tides of slain warriors, it is found in the self when you take the hostility of malice and turn it into a justified way to have more then the absence of light take form and you become its eliminator. I would feel nothing to take the life of a monster who hurts the young for own lustrous means. To have the chance to have a reflective metal with a edge so clean that cutting out such beings, would leave no stain and leave not remorse, but revelations of removal of such a diseased animal. That is to us what we have always done, culled the sick and the diseased, why not bring it forth to the ones who hurt the ones we talk to and not just the ones we feed upon. Are we more caring to the meat then we are to the child, have we become protectors of food and salesmen of lust and depravity. I see not how we can be much more then that as a whole. Why I have become what I am, a remover of disease, a hollow man of undescriptive means to eradicate disease and have all bodies who posses it, they will be cured with the flames of both wood and fuel. To soak them in the refinement of natural oil is to purify the body of all will to hurt. As we all scene and all know even with eliminations of desires and hope, disease is still disease.

Much Love To Those Who Fight The Good Fight

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.