So there's this quartet of books (Ender's Game - maybe now I should rename it, since it's also not just 4 books, but really, 7) that I've read since the eighth grade. Always liked them, never knew why. Put it aside for a few years, kept returning to them. Why introduce a dorky science-fiction book to a classroom of boys and girls accustomed to Romeo & Juliet? Because it was entertaining. Because it was different, because it was about shifting from the greatest writer of the (English) past to the greatest writer of the (English) future. No, not Carl Sagan. Not Isaac Asimov. Not anyone's name I can't really pronounce even though I've read them. Not Brothers Karamazov. Not Ayn Rand (is it Anne or Ayyn?). Not even whoever wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Where the Sidewalk Ends is crap by the way; sorry, no offense Shel. It's whoever wrote Dictionary Brown -- the unpublished version. Xtina read it, did anyone else? I still have a copy. I'll Friendster it over.Sorry if that was cryptic; that was just a test/text message (and just one, not two or three). I didn't want to do it, but I had to. Thanks for planning and driving it along. Oh wait, I drove. Thanks anyway. Your car isn't even that dirty; seriously, you should seem my car. It's a trash bin posing as a Honda Accord. Ask anyone.
Just like mathematics and Contact (by Carl Sagan, movie by Jodie and Matthew). Dedicated at the end? To Carl. [[-- last test, seriously --]] Module Two, done. Let's move on.
Here's the truth. "I'll give you 150% today, I'll give you 200% tomorrow." BFF and all that. But honestly, and to be perfectly (don't take the "perfect" part literally; nobody is perfect) honest, I gave you 1000% by Friday. Why? Because you match well -- pink uggs on pink _____ on pink ______. Wow. It's true. You know my sister's been looking for Uggs? With my girlfriend helping her? Brown Uggs. Can't find'em. Who knew they were so popular? Maybe you can help them out if/when you meet them. Ok?
I'm glad whatever power behind me (Kelvin?) sent you to follow me around on Wednesday morning/afternoon. At first I thought you were my (Ender's)Shadow. Turns out, fifteen minutes into a group of five guys training, you were little Bean. But I was wrong; again. Thirty minutes later I realize:
You're Jane. Jana. Jane. Say it real fast, five times. With or without an accent; yours or mine. "Can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" Nobody can; but I knew you could. Know why? I'll show it to you when YOU have the time and patience and what? Infinite trust. Okay? Patience (my favorite song by Guns n Roses; hard to sing, but not really. Hard to whistle? Definitely).
No magic tricks, magic castles, whistles, hand snaps, telepathy, twins, life stories, anything. Forget lobsters and crabs; the red or any other color kind (did you even ask AmrBooty?). Little (surfing/deceptive/transforming) Mermaid; I'm already part of your world (I think). Gadgets and gizmos aplenty; I've got whosits and whatsits galore. You want more? I got plenty, but who cares? No big deal...... Flipping your fins.....you don't.......
I was just trying to get you on-board the OSL train. But you were already on-board and headed to the front. But halfway through (if even that far), you almost jumped; because it wasn't moving fast enough to capture your 100kwatt-attention; but fast enough to get you to not jump without waiting for a soft/safe place to land. Am I right? Even the MeRCenaryS' plan didn't get you fully on-board. But it got you to wait for a moment, didn't it? Perfect timing. Or fate? You tell me. Or rather, I'll find out Sunday, this sunday.
No games. Sorry if you're confused. Really, I apologize. We didn't get into religion much. But I did; even if you didn't know. But I did. Religion/Belief/Spirituality/etc who knows when we discover it? We all have our own path. Death bed, raised in it, coincidence, whatever. But really, as long as you get there on time, who cares when/andwho/ calls? Biggie Smalls. Life after Death. 2pac, September 7th. Makaveli. I'll stop right now. Thanks for your attention.
Omniscient, Omnipotent, but most importantly, and whether you use it or learn it or whatever; just don't abuse the first two. And THEN, and then, you'll be Ominbenevolent. Whoops, OmNIbenevolent. I'm typing/speaking too fast. Seriously, I'm never like this. Seriously.
(Return to train of thought, the so called life, or so called reference train) of "Omnibenevolent." Not "omnivicious" or "omnievil" or "omni crazy." Last in the list, but takes the longest to learn. Thank goodness I learned that first and Omniscient last. Because really, that's how I found you (and your husband ...not a mere boyfriend... because I wanna ball with him; if he'll have me on his team. I suck, but I used to be good, seriously). And I'm grateful. To Kelvin, to OSL, to g-o-d, to allah, to jehovah, to indiana jones (all three but really the last crusade), to ishmael, to moby dick, to them all. and all i have to say is .... well, i'll say it later. let saul williams say it. he does it best; especially live. whatever you want to call it; i want to thank you, your husband, jar-ed (superman's real name? kal-el? yes it is. and why be afraid of krptonium. your daddy wears green; all the time.), and most of all. GOD.
whatever that means. so now, i hope you know. it's no magic or illusion or superstition, because it's not pointed like an arrow at a target. it's just talking. peacefully, normally, and with rationale and a side of faith. a STRONG side of faith. which i know the two of you (since middle school?) have had. But I'll add in another. Agent o07, the person with the strongest FAITH IN GOD, I know. Until possibly, you.
All I want to do Sunday is this: Confess (if I must, Catholic style, forget the divider, just do it in the open, if not by way of blog); Listen (because I've been consumed by cover chatter my entire life); Believe (in something, anything, but what I believe now).
W.W.J.D. -- I don't know. That's why I'm going to church (not the building, not the physical location, the spiritual one, the one in our souls; if there is such a thing). And I'm going there with my Chinese (& FOB Powda) King James (version of the Bible) and Jane and YouR husband. If you'd be open to it. If not, no worries. I understand. I'll take off the earring.
Meet me in the parking lot, get walking shoes, let's knock it out (metaphorical) and get our OmnisSL up and running. Go Azins! Or, Go Go Gadget G-O-D. Brain! A Penny saved is a penny earned.
No more swear words; promise. My first girlfriend (well sorta, it should be girl-friend, or JJJ's firsts) made me deposit 25-cents in a swear jar to stop me from swearing. I did it; she got rich; I got swear words washed outta my dirty mouth. Either way, it's a win-win. That's a lot of sodas (or water with lemon); or really, just a lot of something. Even if it turns into sugar packets; from either hand. Or palm.
Ideally, I'd like to join you in your church, for 2 hours (half it to 1), to hear the sermon (not on the mount of course). Then I want to see the signs that someone laid out before us; all 6 billion of us (or more, lots more?). And then, I want my sister there, and James there, and whoever else wants to be there (Turbo?) to sing. To sing "Christ in Me" followed by "One Voice." My two favorite praise songs from CCF. And I never knew why. I need the girls to sing the refrain for my fav vrsion of x-in-me; then whoever wants to sing 2-become-1voice can do it. Even if we have to start our own praise band(s). In our heads even. Silent, like how some Amrcn Idols should be. Sanjaya who?
T.RUS.T me; King James is the best Photoshopper I know. You need to meet him. He also happens to be A-major-plus (not minor or major cords btw) at the piano, guitar, drums, singing, karoake, internet, macintosh, wood building, driving, imitating funny people, art, movies, life, etc, everything I know today. In addition, he's the snowboarding instructor at Mammoth I spoke of. I suck at boarding, but Jmz doesn't. He can teach us all. He can keep our mouths warm, our tummies full (he also cooks), and we can rip 180s if we want to. If we want to....I don't, I'm afraid of heights. Or I used to be. Maybe not now. I'm also afraid of speed and coicidences, did I mention that? And now I'm afraid of that damn orange tabby cat; because I think it's black. Deja Vy. Or heck, now I fear rabbits. White ones. Never follow'em. To the Matrix it goes.
Anyway, Jne You know what's up. Or should I say U Know What's Up (featuring Left Eye - Andre Rison) Donelle Jones. Even if it's been only what? 5 days? 3 days? 1 day? 0 negative days? Hi ____[[insert name of your husband]]_____. Sorry for the confusion man, we'll talk it out. If you want.
I'm not looking for A Tribe (whatever they're called) or a (Lucy's) Pearl anymore. I found a diamond. And the diamond is a girl's best friend -- or a guy's? Or a confused someone's. And I don't even believe in diamonds. Because they could be tainted. Tainted by confusion, monopoly, blood? Who knows. Those Canadians know what's clean. Yukon ho. The diamond is yours (worn on top of your sacred wedding band/vow right?). Keep it, I know that. Okay? Seriously, I do. Honest to G__....whoops, nevermind. I'm not ready to say it now.
Ohana = FMLY (only Pidgin sp? I know; sorry)
To Do List - On your free time; if you have free time finishing b4 Dec. After the Ides of March. Like waaaay after. September 7th btw, same as my sister's. But you knew that. Sorry for the swearing, seriously. The L_Rd's name should not be taken in vain; without some consideration at least.
1. Watch/read XMen, and Rogue/Marie.
2. Google Me
3. Don't call/text/communicate; I'll just know your answer.
4. Why? Jane. We're talking; already. Believe?
5. Whatever you like, I'm not here to give you commands. Or make requests. You write your own story/paycheck/destiny. Pre-destination isn't in the cards, or the stars, or the flowers. It's in your heard and your brain, and anyone you care (enough about) to share it with. You know?
Bonus To Do: Adry. But "U" and I can do that later.
See you later. Good luck on your RE test. I'm sure you did great. Thanks for understanding, and thanks for keeping up, and thanks for not jumping off the train before I got there. Peace, Love, Joy. Elation? We'll see.
That U of V story you told me about, wow. It's true; it's Korean; it's scary. It's the world going insane. Or is it just me? Someone tell me, I don't care who.
Thanks for listening, like you always did.
To all addressed:
"See you in heaven (or home);
because limbo won't hold me anymore;
and Earth's/everywhereis afraid we'll take over."
Seriously. Xavier Institute for the Gifted. NghtCrwler. K Wagner. Poof. Or should I say, *bampf*?
See you when I see you. I'm not always on time, but always there when you call. Life after.... Ashanti.
And I don't even like Ashanti, Hong does.
Jane, you're hyperspeed; or even, hyperwest. Look far West to ur Land Ho(me). Right?
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