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TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

I have no memory of me
they do

Everydayroom

Brush their teeth

Have a coffee or tea

What do they do after that?

the bath

What time do t

The letter came backthey ae

go to

What do the morning?

What do they do after they

Undelivered

'Address not found"

It said

'Sould I open it?

I said

'It might have some reminder in it"

'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"

'What happened to my memmory?

Every one seems to have a memory

Of who they aret

what do they do

'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"

What do they do after they go to the bath room

What do they do after they brush their teeth?'

'What do they do all day?

'Do they have a job?"

'What kind of job do they have?"

'who employed them?"

'How did they get that job?"

'Are they educated?"

'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss

'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"

'Do they go out with their boss?'

'What do tHEY do after they finish /

Is their boss always in a bath rob?"

Or is that an old fashioned boss?"

'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more

Things have changed

Times have changed

My memory has changed

Its faded...

What do I do all day long?

Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?

What do I do after I brush my teeth?

Oh! I don' brush my teeth

I don't have a job

I don't ever remember having a job

She always have a job

He always have a job

One has to hustle to have a job

When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get

that job


And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental


idiot

You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.

Not any more, I said

Not any more

The world has changed

The world has moved on

Even I remember that

I remember

That the world has moved on...

World is like oeople...

People move on...

America is a big country

People move on

And if you don't have their phone number

You will never see tem again

I don't have my parents phone number

I will never see them again

They have moved on....

they don't live in America

They have moved on....

I don't remeber that

Remeber what?

My parents moving on in America

They have moved on

Where to?

No one knows

You don't ahve their phone number

And my letter came back

There was no address...

Came back un-delivered

I wonder what was in it

'Open it and you will find out

I am afraid

I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter

I am afraid to find out what's in it....

I am better this way

I don't want my memmory to

come back...

So stop sending letters

to your memory

It won't be delivered

Maybe thats a good idea

I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.

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Is it in Ibsa's favor to worry about or be depressed about

How big is the audience of P and M and S ad J and N and F and Z?

And how its all over now?

No, none at all

No, its not at all in Ibsa's favor

Actually its harming Ibsa

Then?

Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it

Its unfair to Ibsa's talent, her history, her legend, her birth and her grave

Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it

Do not spent your assets on P and M and N and Z

Or any one else

Concentrate only on Ibsa

Ibsa and Ibsa alone

It takes an enormous energy to think about P and M and N and Z and F and K

Enormous energy to talk about P and M and N and Z and K and F

Spend your talent/your time/your god given gifts on Ibsa and Ibsa alone

Ibsa is not an ordinary person

Ibsa was born in Babylon

Ibsa is the memory of Centuries gone by

Ibsa is your and my memory together

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I didn't write because the ink hasstopped t flow.

I bsa and insa were two sisters

Do you remember them?

All day's negativity

Does it help Ibsa?

No not at all

Then stop it

Stop it

Just stop it

Remember/this morning what you said

"You are your own Ibsa"

Tirelessly and passionately mobilize your energy/your will

Your determination/your talent/your time

To spend on you Ibsa

You have to do for Ibsa what no one else had been able to do

Because you are your own Ibsa...

Ibsa stands for, "In Babylon souls alone"

And Insa stands for, "In NJ souls alone"

The story of two sisters born Centuries apart

In two different parts of the world

I sent a letter to Ibsa today

To my memory a letter sennt....

Isa in NJ is so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone

You can't imagine how alone.....

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What is memory?

My memory or the memory of the ones I love?

Its always different isn't it?

People always say, "NO, NO, thats not how it happened"

Or they say, "No, no, thats not how I remember it"

So thats what memory is...

What ever you remember about an incident, occasion, news, love, a meeting, good news, bad news,

Every one's sensory strength, capacity to remember, to put the thread through is different

Memory is a strong thread going through the flowers of many many colors which eventually becomes

a garland...

A memory is a garland used for weddings and funerals.

Flowers are mostly of the same colors...

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Up at 9

Tea

Cereal

A piece of toast with cheese

Looked at the London Guardian

An article about Kevin Spacey

Twenty complaints against him at the Old Vic's web site

Al-Franken is another sexual harasser in the news

What a liberated bunch

Their party is also liberated and is their P for Penis
their
Their P can't stay hidden

They should have metal and chains around it to keep it inside ther pants

They are all for women rights

Amazing

They wear METOO buttons at the award ceremones

Maybe their METOO means, "I am also a sexual harrasser?

Then I walked a bit inside the apt

Took the devilish medicine

I have been sick

sick...

For a while

Very sick actually

Yes, I have been sick

Or I must be sick these days

Otherwise who takes devilish medicines?

I don't really remeber

My memory is at fault now

Thats why I write a letter to my memory

Its not actually a letter

Its just what I did during the day while I am confined

I send it to my memory in case the memory has forgotten what I did every day

For so many days of confinement

Or in case I forget what I did during the day every day

While I was sick

Very sick

When no one visited...

Not really true

Two nice ladies visited and brought some fruit

That was nice

But I am still sick

But no one visits now

New York is a busy place

And people who live in NY are also very busy

What month is it?

August?
No, Sept?

No, Oct?

No, November?

No, December

I remember people celebrating Christmas

Christmas is in December, right?

I think so

And then comes the new year

What did I do on new year eve/

I think I was in the hospital

I don't really remember but food was very very bad so it must be the hospital..

After th move
 medicine I went downstairs and took a shower

So I must not be very ill at that time when I could take a shower by myself

Serious sickness must have come after that

Because I remember...

 that I was eventually bed ridden and couldn't move

So couldn't have taken a shower by myself

Actually I remember that I couldn't even stand...

I ask my memory all kinds of questions

But it also doesn't remeber much...

Thats why we have to w

rite everything down before we forget to post it...

 and post it in the mail to an address

If we remember the address or even remember

But no one posts any letter these days

Only emails...

Sad

Isn't it?

Letter one can read eventually

But the emails are all deleted

Its like our memory which gets deleted

Just like the emails...

Can't find anything any more

Neither the emails, the letters never written nor the remembrance of time past...

 But I digress

I was just recounting the events of the day

Wasn't I?

I was talking about taking a shower

Took a long time getting dressed

No proper clothes for the weather

There are so many clothes lying around

But no right clothes for the season

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:What you see or seem

Is nothing but a dream

Within a dream....Edgar Allen Poe

:Who are you waiting for?"

"No one, just sitting"

"You are always sitting"

"And why not?"

"You will get fat"

"I am already fat"

"You will get fatter"

estioned by you. "So what?  I love fat.  Its so comfortable.  So is sitting. I love sitting.  I am always going to sit.

Just sit and sit and sit and bother you.  No matter what I do you are always bothered by it.

Why don't you just disappear?  Go away and never come back.  I do not want to see you ever

I don't want to be questioned by you.  Its not a court, I am not a criminal and you are not a prosecutor.

Go away...

Always questioning me...

You are toxic and I am going to get rid of all toxic elements and toxic people.  You especially."

I am cleaning up...Doctors recently told me that toxic is far too toxic for me.

2018 is going to be my healthy year."

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT

While I am asleep

While I am awake

Someone sends a letter to my memory

I have no Idea who that person is....

I do want to know

But I am always sleeping

I am sleeping while I am awake also

I am always dreaming

Dreaming while I am awake

Dreaming while I am awake...

I think its my dreams which sends messages

to my memory

My memory gathers so many messages

I don't have a moment to gothrough them

Because I am always asleep...

While awake

My head is asleep...

Head has given up

Too many memories

Far too many

Head hurts

Head complains all the time

"I hurt"

The head says

'You are hurting me."

The head complains

'Stop thinking"

'Stop dreaming"

"Stop sleeping"

"Stop remembering"

'Just stop"