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I know I've made promises before, but something happened this morning about 12.20am. Silence, the sound of a breath I didn't take and a promise. I may be wrong, and you do get that, but it was intense; a power relinquished, a power handed over. To me at least, at around 12 thirty am AEST on the 12th of July, 2016, Humanity won.

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Ps. for those of Zion, we are in the Year 5777. The year is complete on October the 2nd - Roshashana. The next day (I think) is the beginning of 5778; it is also the day I leave Kookaburra for America.

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If Collingwood win they are equal with Carlton and Essendon with 16 flags. If Hawthorn win they equal the 'Pies 4-in-a-row in 1927-30. An interesting few months ahead. I 'hate' and also love Collingwood. I admire and respect Hawthorn. Bring it on, I reckon.

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Suzanne is on
No one wants to read this
Supermarkets hem me in
I once liked playing football
The sea is alive
So is she
Dancing moving
Bending
Her wet thigh
Knee
Funny feet
Her blouse still on
Full breasts anyway
I hold her there
And there
She cries softly
Pulls me close
Our eyes meet
No one coy
Only knowing
This is the way

We are, almost certainly, we are; free.

It cuts in again
ripping, unabated.
This doubt,
so all alone.
Again I court
death, its finality
where I sleep
midst the aborted
kids, of those
cut down in war,
in the footsteps
of mad, of wicked
leaking through
my atmosphere.
I can't touch peace;
I break by His wrath
His earnest power.
A bit of hope
my cheap defense
against a universe
out to insult me.
Grind me out of
existence, from
the dance of the
living and dead
who call in unison
'let us be One'.
And I wonder of
Spartacus, his
uneven cross, how
Rome quashed
the riots of
liberty and truth,
of raw courage.

And now their
dynamism dies,
to every second
we consume.
'Whoa' I pull up my
horse. Each moment
teaching, enacting
shouting, 'World peace'.

And I win.

I'm tired of this
I'm tired
I'm tired of this
I'm tired

Does it end?

I have Blackbird on
The Beatles
McCartney mainly
I sit and eat breakfast
Porridge and juice
No one knows me
No one dares
Just another wound
In the kelp of Mankind
Juxtaposing fate
The moment we Create
Near, so very close

I leave October 3
Fly over the Pacific
The Hebrew new year
McCartney on repeat

And I was only waiting
For this moment to
arrive

Just popping in to say hello Adam, to wish you well. It seems that you have been travelling some difficult times/paths for the last little while and I wanted to say, in my awkward way, that I hope that things getting better (or are smoothing out) for you.
Blackbird is such a great song - beautiful, sad and hopeful.

Take the letter 'h' and put it at the end: 'eart...h'. 'Earth'

ha, I've never seen that before - I like it.

Katy, you can't get to the morning save by the night. Thanks for your concern; I was only doing my duty. Love ya'

Adam

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