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Captain'sChair Deadication Daily Howl Announcements Parlor Albums ToolShed =Products Contact Me SoulCastBlog>>> read more from me:at soulcast/frontanack quicklinks to custom made products:: joaohnnjohnlove johnlennonlover lylemaryrizor01 LoveIsPrinU01 DragonEye01 ParodyJohn01	To Sean OnoLennon:               To Sean              Looking Into Your Eyes. . .                                          I see the pain of John.                                                                     -your Daddy-               the same - haunting-                                               woe begotten                                                                       sad                                                                               lonely                                                                                         -pain filled-       Stare. I want to reach out and hug you- for him. John was taken out - out of our realm      - of vision / of sight / of existence - of what we know	Interview! To Sean                                  OnoLennon Deadication Page to John Lennon
quicklinks to custom made products:: joaohnnjohnlove johnlennonlover lylemaryrizor01 LoveIsPrinU01 DragonEye01 ParodyJohn01	what we see... or audibly - - hear.                                     or physically -- touch. ...                                                                              . . .and by losing John                                         we became partakers of his pain.                                                                               -the pain he felt with the loss of his mother-                                           and his father. . . . -that pain.    pain that-   reaches deep into the void:                                             the void between our universe, and the next. . .                      and the next. . . and the next.   Sean: do  not let the visage or the presence of the bone bag that pulled a trigger..                      blot your your universe.                                                I will speak only briefly of this  -being -  this puppet of all that is evil                        do not grant him the smirk of smug satisfaction that comes when he sees you                                           contorted  in pain - this is power to him.    Do not allow yourself to be engulfed in hatred: because that is the Prison where he dwells:                    and like a black hole in the center of the universe: he seeks to suck all in. Into his void.    into the prison - that he can Never escape, nor leave.    Want to see him take torment?  Kiss him on the cheek.  Give him a rose- tell him you feel sorry      for him.  (because that is all that one can do with one so pathetic as-)     -and do not think for one moment that he is alone in his malice. - - -     The proof of the conspiracy does not lie in evidence found:                 It is screamed by the pavement and the stones that were Bleached-      and later: torn up and replaced -                by the fact that there is- No evidence.       This is a conspiracy of silence.  Silence. Sean. . . .Look at the detective --- where  - or when  - in which century does a police officer,      and a detective:  clean up a murder scene and NOT take down one bit of evidence?!   - and - a whole entire department of - - the city of New York?! - - -         - no chalk line around the corpse?!         - no photographs?  no finger prints? . . . no examination of  - nor documentation of -         -the murder weapon?          no hair samples / blood samples / --->?                              come on- Sean.       DO not let the silence make you crazy.  Let's - look it in the eyes:  -  and smile.                                                            just like John.     this struggle is wrestled in the realm where human visage and gearing have no power - in the       realm that - from all appearances - nothing exists.     That is where John is.   as he has ever been - as he ever was - as we ever saw him.                                                                                                  as he is. . .     and the connection between there and here - can only be felt - oh yes, it can be felt -      like the surging of an oncoming orasm.      like the heat that spreads down your thighs - heard - lik the thunder of a true . . . .(f      felt like -   the caress of his lips on your brow. . . on your cheek... brushing past your ear. . .      that is how John can be heard - and felt - and seen -      "Send me your picture... I can feel your touch."   the answer lies in love.      ignore the one who hates.      There are punishments that far exceed a sentence of death.
	Let him live - every day - awaking in a world where what he sought to kill - : lives.    Let him wake up in a world where - every person he meets: looks upon him with disgust --       even pity.   - where he can see and taste and smell all around him : the pleasure       he left behind: wringing her hands in his empty room - in Honalulu.    Sean- turn around and look into the eyes of the one who is speaking to you now.    come and give me one hug - and I will bring you to the arms of your dad.     no lies. {It is written by the ones who live in the stars. ... >>}