Because the world of technology is larger than my understanding and patience as well as tolerance for unusual forms of aggrivated assement, I feel it is time to send Mr. Gabriel and friends an update.
I readily admit to those who may hear of strange occurrances and mutterings about foul language and fingers thrust in the air in Seattle as if that is reason enough to doubt this generations conflicts and treason against humanity. ( Please excuse the long winded sound of my fingers like for run-on sentancing.),
as my eyes have seen the goring and weird excuses of newspapers and isolationalism mixed with the coliform of political machinations and foreign real estate scandals here in our home town.
And what is foreign?
If I had studied in University
( is my use of certain word combinations reminiscent of a foreigner or a "complimentalist" ?
Word lovers think
' Textualists ' )
As I said, if I had gone to school here in America after having attended high school and then attended and graduated from a University with a Majors in Poly Sci and World Economics and also Minors in Health and Human Development, possibly. just possibly I could fake my way through that answer and earn a living the old fashioned way.
As it is I will have to be real and just say I am doing my best impression of Noam Chomsky on less than appropriate caloric intake.
I rather like the feeling of being a cast way,
( although not in the tv rerun "gilligan little buddy" kind of way)
( for present unrelated recipes and ideas on casting casts away from Seattle and sublime innuendo referance this months Concious Choice Magazine seattle.conciouschoice.com and for the more tittilating innuendo and aggriegeous behaviorisms quickly plug in to the stranger . com )
yet at the same time there are some serious difficulties living in a WI-FI world.
Not too long ago, and forgive me please if I sound affected in memory skills because I think I am affected;
I stood in Gas Works Park ranting about our Vice President Richard B. Cheney. ( I recently learned his middle name is Bruce )( Not the same Bruce as my personal physician, Bruce ):
Precisely at the time I mentioned his name and pointed to a sticker " Don't Be A Dick " that had his face on it in pictured relief and was placed on one of the signs near the oil tanks at Gas Works Parks, I received a massive " Shock " and as a consequence I shoved my fist and middle finger up to the sky and started screaming the most horrendous string of obscenities and cursing and mind your grace, well I was not ashamed of it at that moment.
Swearing that is, as I new I was alive and very upset.
Since that time I have been convinced that there are many different reasons as to why we can be treated in our own countries as enemies and combatants of our birth rights, yet still have unreasonable excuse for infighting and the delay tactics usually reserved for the very wealthy or well to do connectivity tightly controlled by population designers.
The " shock " I was previously mentioning entered my body at mis-section and travelled around my waist and back and left my right arm with a stabbing sensation at my inside elbow.
It was a sunny morning and there was no rain water on the asphalt or edge of asphalt where i was positioned.
I was facing southward towards the city of Seattle to the best of my recollection.
There may or may not be testimony, evidence, court papers or hearsay posted on the web or in newspapers confirming this or denying this or that, as I have not had time or access available to peruse the entire web, let alone the confidence that my tech skills can out-manuever experianced point and click shooters and cyber gaurds next door or in the spook rooms of the internet.
I say this because the music offer that I sent to Peter Gabriel via e-mail, and the subsequent loss of access codes to those e-mail sites may have left room for legalities to corrupt or alter evidence or viable reason for support or consideration of said offer.
On top of the legitimacy effort of living a standard of living and controlling as much of my state of concious awarness and attitude of sobriety or effectual perceptions; without constantly requiring the efforts of a massive legal team to push for continual lawsuit briefs and filings and court appearances with fees and fines and embarrassing headlines, I have been concerned for the possibility of delayed reactions as to the continued effort on my part to provide testimony and proof avilable to myself, family and friends that my claims and experiances during this last year, well three years, has significant reasonings to consider the totality of the experience worthy of note.
In "Growing Up " some where there is a lyric
( I aplologize for forgetting the title referance, it has been a long time since I listened or had the opportunity to access my growing up cd )
' the more I look, the more I find, as I move on in, I get so blind '
As I have been walking around the neighbor hoods of Seattle and outlying regions, I have noticed a confluence of real-estate names and numberings that seem beyond co-incidental in a personally weird and oddly simple sequencing of numbers, sir names and addresses.
Some of these areas, hiding away in grid zones frequently unobserved for years by the neighbors because of lack of traffic patterns and industrial zoning ordinances, have readily identifiable referances to personal experiances that can easily be dismissed by "experts" as unimportant or a waste of time and effort to tear into the muk of innuendo by a social misfit and "artiste'" or person formally known as Daniel Bennett Kieneker.
Well so much for beating a dead horse.
If the city or builders of the city or cops or prosecutors at the local, federal, county, state or international level don't understand that death and murder and foreign aide and bank scandals go hand in hand with war and protestors of war by " artistes " who want to insure that their legitimate business practices by family and friends isn't used as a set up to destroy or obfuscate a business proposition via the Internet by a computer bungeler tech nerd like myself can be a reality, then they need to take some serious drugs and get a life.
That is why I have been in contact with Senator Eric Oemig and Senator Maria Cantwell of Washington State as well as Congressman Dave Rheichert of Washington and a whole list of other politicians, social workers, professional and unprofessional writers and people on the streets while waiting for a social security disability to come into effect.
Some may question why try so hard to explain or give up and disable when DIY stated years ago what
" GO IT Alone {beck} " recently echoed on GUERRO.
Well I'll tell it to you this way.
No $(MONEYCREDIT) equals no ability to reconnect obligation and bill pay.
So there you have it.
Now what to do.
Live in grand fantasies that a two hit wonder catalouge,
( MY FIRST acoustic recordings I just donated to my Doctor Bruce for his Nepal trip clinic retirement new life)
or the yearnings of a quick sketch artiste' with the likes of Thom and Antonin and Uncle Andrew Lewis by way of Bill Mahre to be doing head portraits by the penny and pound for ink and wine?
Or should I just wait for the hammer to fall because there are a lot of look alike shadow men and women around talking strangely with tech devices in their ears and sitting next to me at precise intervals at the library?
My guess is that Peter is busy with life and business, yet I could be pursueded to play for peanuts and pennies if he ever did get my original offer and has kept the wolves at bay to prevent the collapse of the ENGLISH POUND. and of course that does not mean that I will pantomime for loose change on the ground and foodbank leavings or cartoons in The Seattle Times or other trade magezines while people mock and hide.
Why?
Because people will mock and hide or not.
Also there is the ever increasing issue of past relationships and players ( musicians ) unavailable because of " technical or social difficulties ".
Well, I have my wish list and the drummers name is Bryan Crawford.
From there it's just a matter of economic policy and very trust worthy accountants.

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