Dear dad,
Although i am older than you, and you older than me, in the spirit of progress we are nearly decadent in our eagerness to ubermensch ourselves. We do not tire, we do not tire, we step in the source of the energy for the other. That is evolution…survival of the wittiest..
“My heart belongs to daddy! “. Didn’t Marilyn Manson, uh, Monroe sing that? Without wanting to cover her up as a dead salesman, i agree. So how can you doubt? Waver? I mean, i don’t say my big mouth isn’t a quote of Edvard Munch’s masterpiece (and it was stealable!) , the scream, the cream, the dream. But no scheme. Dad, you carried me in your hands, not  because didn’t want me as your child. So, you won’t pick up what you don’t want to carry, and you want drop what’s in your heart. So Daddy, be proud of your self, just as i am. Of you. Because of you i can be a stressdesigner between fact and fiction. You Dad are the calm sea under the storm. And not a Samurai in madame Tussaud’s. So Dad, i’ll show you a picture, us , just look at the 2 mthrfckrs. I don’t say i know everything, but i feel the truth that your TAO or Dharma or just your complete intuition is, as i said complete. Not because i am your son you should look like me? You are your time, i have to take it…
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