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From: Never@your.door (Capt. Meat)
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Subject: felizcumpleanos (or: I Have Met The Future Of World Peace And His Name Is Durt)
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 01:01:05 GMT
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1) Happy Birthday, bro.

2) It's been a couple months now
since durt and I both shared the same pissing-ground
down here in Ye Olde Pueblo
and why it took so long to shake this man's hand
and embrace him
is something I'd just as soon not think about
because this Beautiful Mofo
is Alive, flesh-and-blood, black-on-black-tattoos,
armed with the kindness and generosity
of a more potent and talented version of Hugh Hefner.

And of course, our teeth were wound like synthetic cat-gut
yet
it was
like seeing an old friend
and picking up exactly
(without a pause, without a pregnancy)
where you left off the last time you spoke.
(I met his lover, his guardian and confidant, and his friends.)
And there were times
when I'd be listening to durt
talk about how much those that surrounded him
meant to him, his Being, and his Survival,
and it felt as if I was witnessing one-man theatre, minus the acting.
With Him Filling In The Pieces Of What I Didn't Know

(and everything-falls-easy among friends)

and I can't tell you with mere words
the Already There Aspect
of All Of Us In Here Ranting To Each Other
because 3D folks may talk
but goddamit, people, we communicate.
It may not always be sugar-coated or fair
or warranted or forgiveable but jesus-h-christ-with-a-ham-radio
we aren't sitting side-by-side on a couch
staring straight forward
into the open, yet effortless craw of Gilligans Island.

Going thru the motions.

Ya see, I've already met durt a thousand times...
but yesterday afternoon, I felt as if I was a part of his family,
someone who could pass the potatoes when necessary.
And not just another phantom.

This monsoon's for you, siddurtha.

Salud. Have a toxic night and a memorable year.

Capt. Journeyman