“The Confusion of Convergence”

“Dear Confused

Let me start by saying it is not YOU! these are lean time for the none greedy, we still get up each day despite the machines best efforts.

It’s not as if we are all without faults the none greedy just learn from their mistakes as lessons rather then absorb them negatively! We learn from your mistakes to which is why it seams so damn easy for us and you are confused!

It’s a damn shame the greedy do not do this, Fear not the real warriors souls are back on earth weary of soldiering in a universal war, we have arrived on planet earth to teach a better way this life time is for teaching and diplomacy not wars and violence!

Let go of your Greed, materialism, false wealth systems and the lies you tell yourselves to make it seem like it aint, but oh how it is! I want you all to know we LOVE you, even when that love seem tough and old like a chunk of leather long past it’s prime forgotten by time! If you didn’t realize it as tough love realize you are not alone in this reality and we still LOVE you!


The last high priest of the Northen tribes of Scandinavians, exiled by sick christians turning there back on tradition!

p.s. sanata clause says hello and no reindeer piss for you!”

can a letter be a poem I sure hope so cause its from the book! these words where inspired by a conversation with a raven I had on why aggression levels are so high in a peaceful city! the post script is a inside joke on how the false myth of santa clause came from our traditions!


Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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