Hello.

I am here because I want to say something to you.

We never really talked about our past.

We had this zealous refusal to discuss our past.

Over time, our same family in the same house.

Go from Indian to Milado to Colored and eventually the Census Man makes everyone black.

When you government does not stupid they cover it up. I mean excuse me.

But they did a real good job of covering this one up.

It's kind of all we really knew about him that he went to horse races and he drove a cab.

I just looked at him and I just said, Dad why aren't you drinking? Why don't you do this?

And he just told me I can't sleep son.

He quietly sat down on the couch, put his palms together in a prayer position, raised them over his head and closed his eyes.

That was his death.

We were eternal. We didn't have ages or keep track of ages. Everyone was eternal now.

Which means that we didn't believe in death.

We can't believe in a world we don't believe in. If we believe in the world as it is we'd be there.

We don't believe in it at all. We think it's not real.

We shouldn't have to explain everything to each other all the time.

You just get simple and look around you know.

I couldn't doubt him. I wasn't allowed to. That was forced down.

Really what's wrong with you? Are you doubting?

Just a disappointment that the dream that we had of doing this thing together was so twisted around to where it was no longer a family and it became a cult.

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