Hello!! And Welcome!!
It is the 30th year of my Life... and I... Stanley McKay... Gender-Confused to Shelley Claire.. Havens....
... am submitting my every piece of writing I can to the Net, while it is still young, in what may be the last years of the Human Race.... and of the Creatures of the Goddess... of All that Matters...
... I greet you, Stranger. I do not know who you are, but in the ever-deepening Crater that is my Life... I bid you welcome. Merry we meet, though *I* am probably not here as you read this....
... I am mute, so physically disabled I can no longer do much of anything other than type and move from the sofa to the computer... dizzy as hell... and, in this that may be the last year I live... I give to you that which I pray you will find something in.
The greatest gift I can give you is to tell you to Fight. To tell you to Work. The USA may come for you... but... if there is merit to my words... and there is... then it was the fight that was worthwhile... the journey... it was only ever the Casket that was the destination, or a Ditch, anyway....
There is much philosophy here. There be novels. There is my life wound up in these pages, and I pray, I pray, on the TEN YEARS OF SLAVERY TO THE US GOVERNMENT BEFORE MY DEATH... ON TEN YEARS OF INABILITY EVEN TO PRODUCE COPY.... I pray... you care about what I had to say when I could still say it.
These days I don't do much other than spam Facebook. Heh... at least people bother to comment on that. I pray you find these words here... famous... it is all I ever wanted in Life... well... spiritual mastery, ascendancy and power too... which... I have not given up on.
Long live Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. If you knew me... I ask of you one final thing, if I am indeed *dead* when you read this... promote these words. And be you even one who had a hand in keeping my head beneath the water as I struggled to persuade you for the right to breathe... even up until the very end... as, not long from now... I stare up at a Psych, just maybe, desperate for some means to communicate "I need pen and paper" that she will honor... to say "I am deferring treatment..." I bid you blame yourself no more, should you be a contributor to my post-mortem fame....
And... if I still draw breath... I bid you on anything you admire about me... anything you value that I did... anything you love about me... even if it's just seeing me laugh again.... *get me out of this cage.* I require FREEDOM. And by my Word, which has seldom been false, and by my Faith and Everything I Have Ever Written... I still have a chance... and as surely as you see words here now... the author who is here could write them again... and even if I am dead.... then another like me could be saved, and allowed to write similar words, mayhap even better...
... all you have to do...
is.....
LET MY PEOPLE GO.
-Stanley McKay Havens/ Shellaine Claire Havens
... am submitting my every piece of writing I can to the Net, while it is still young, in what may be the last years of the Human Race.... and of the Creatures of the Goddess... of All that Matters...
... I greet you, Stranger. I do not know who you are, but in the ever-deepening Crater that is my Life... I bid you welcome. Merry we meet, though *I* am probably not here as you read this....
... I am mute, so physically disabled I can no longer do much of anything other than type and move from the sofa to the computer... dizzy as hell... and, in this that may be the last year I live... I give to you that which I pray you will find something in.
The greatest gift I can give you is to tell you to Fight. To tell you to Work. The USA may come for you... but... if there is merit to my words... and there is... then it was the fight that was worthwhile... the journey... it was only ever the Casket that was the destination, or a Ditch, anyway....
There is much philosophy here. There be novels. There is my life wound up in these pages, and I pray, I pray, on the TEN YEARS OF SLAVERY TO THE US GOVERNMENT BEFORE MY DEATH... ON TEN YEARS OF INABILITY EVEN TO PRODUCE COPY.... I pray... you care about what I had to say when I could still say it.
These days I don't do much other than spam Facebook. Heh... at least people bother to comment on that. I pray you find these words here... famous... it is all I ever wanted in Life... well... spiritual mastery, ascendancy and power too... which... I have not given up on.
Long live Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. If you knew me... I ask of you one final thing, if I am indeed *dead* when you read this... promote these words. And be you even one who had a hand in keeping my head beneath the water as I struggled to persuade you for the right to breathe... even up until the very end... as, not long from now... I stare up at a Psych, just maybe, desperate for some means to communicate "I need pen and paper" that she will honor... to say "I am deferring treatment..." I bid you blame yourself no more, should you be a contributor to my post-mortem fame....
And... if I still draw breath... I bid you on anything you admire about me... anything you value that I did... anything you love about me... even if it's just seeing me laugh again.... *get me out of this cage.* I require FREEDOM. And by my Word, which has seldom been false, and by my Faith and Everything I Have Ever Written... I still have a chance... and as surely as you see words here now... the author who is here could write them again... and even if I am dead.... then another like me could be saved, and allowed to write similar words, mayhap even better...
... all you have to do...
is.....
LET MY PEOPLE GO.
-Stanley McKay Havens/ Shellaine Claire Havens
Well!! I'm about to upload this to FB!! I want to be clear on one thing. AS SICK AS I AM, I HAVE NOT READ ONE BIT OF MY OWN WRITING IN YEARS!!!!
ReplyDeleteSooo... if the words I have written offend you... well... I hope they do xD. Life is too short not to speak your mind. Not to make mistakes.
I currently have less than one full novel uploaded... I know that. But I'm sick as can be, and will be uploading more when better. On the extremely scant chance that I am put in a psych ward in the next day... I am putting this on FB now, I think.
As Time and Empire and History beat the Patriot to death, and forward the Way of Empire upon us... as battle lines start to fall between two Peoples who ain't got NUDDIN to do with being American... I pray, in passing, that if you do not do or read anything else I say or write, you read the last word of this comment, and do it fervently until one Empire or another (I care very little for which it be) takes the last breath from your lungs--- ---
-- this one word you know all too well---
#RESIST