Hi Morrigan For when you get back maybe
Just to say hi from someone you dont really know But I wondered where you'd gone ketamine... I only found out about that stuff... well maybe ten years ago now, but relatively recently That's me not being a horse, I suppose A friend of mine who liked to chemically change himself told me about, said it was indescribable and I should really try it. So I did some reading - because this was an interesting informant, I had, who told me lots of things I have been grateful for, but I nerver quite trusted his judgement - and the more I read, the more horrified I was and then you may go deaf for a while you go blind for a while what? I went round one day and he was there and not there and his lover said Talk to him. He knows youre here; but he's taken K; which sounded a bit like people in a coma So I sat with him a while. It was horror movie stuff for me - exactly the same really in that I found it horrible but not scary - where you dont really believe a movie usually, here I knew it was him and not me and I thought he was a prat but it had that air of seeing what had been thought to be human in its true alien or demonic form alien, I think, in this case, if that's what he wanted to do he couldnt speak properly... nothing actually - he was a sort of solid puddle in a chair a week later he told me how wonderful it had been sure anyway, glad *youre surviving, be careful of canals, I like canals and wish canal boats werent so expensive; but stay on the surface L ----- Original Message ----- From: "Matt Lee" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Friday, June 17, 2005 7:45 PM Subject: morrigan here Hello ppl, it's me, morrigan, wryting out of matt's computer and, therefore, his e-mail programme. You know when you do something and you leave it, and then it just gets bigger and bigger, until you can barely go back to it, or look at it, well that's what's happened to me recently, with wryting and in my life generally. I've been working on a series of pieces about anarchy, and I didn't feel there was anywhere for these to go. I went to a party and I was twatted and then someone told me that a guy I barely knew had died, the last time I had seen him he had been D locked round the throat to the door of a squat. Ben was a good man. He was married to Little Bear - who I do know pretty well. I dunno, it just messed my head up, and I started looking at my tribe, people I identify with, ie anarchists, and I could see the sickness inside our movement, and it shouldn't be sick, it should be liberating, and I always thought it was, but instead it's desperately desperately ill, and we are still taking casualties. Ben was off his head on ketamine and fell into a canal, high sides, he couldn't get out and eventually sank, they dredged and found his body two days later. My life, my beliefs, are surrounded by corpses, and I needed some time to get my head round this, and I couldn't do it here, on wryting, too much writhing, I needed to be quiet with it. There's other stuff as well. Anyway, me and matt are off to Stonehenge tomorrow. We is gonna be there for the solstice, watch the sun rise over the stones and the druids do their thing and the drum people dance and rhythm the life force of sun worship madness in an insane world. I just wanted to say hello, and not to leave things undone. Greetings to you all. Love, morrigan ------------------------------------------------------------ Matt's Homepage = http://homepage.ntlworld.com/matt.lee7 ------------------------------------------------------------ http://www.netherworld.com/~mgabrys/william/media/truth2.wav ------------------------------------------------------------
