1523 North LaBrea, Suite #274 Los Angeles, California 90028 March 6, 1983 Dear Liv, I have
1523 North LaBrea, Suite #274
Los Angeles, California 90028
March 6, 1983
I haven't heard you do anything since I named you as one of
the seven angels who shall pour their vials upon the earth (Rev.
15:8) and no man can enter the temple - until your tasks (songs)
are completed, for the purpose of providing the proper example of
how men should live when seven women pound on a man's door,
begging shelter from my reproach, as in Isaiah 4:1.
Do you want to play this game with me? If not, I could
choose seven males. It would end up the same, but getting there
wouldn't be as much fun. Little girls were the most fun people I
knew (with whom I played sexual games for six months in Freder-
icksburg, Virginia, 1941) when I was five years old, and my uncle
owned a bakery, with lots of good things to eat - and no one ever
caught us or gave us any trouble. I didn't know any boys, and
everyone else was grown-up, whom I avoided as much as possible.
In my sight, this is the best childhood anyone could ask for, to
which it was my extreme delight (glorying in God) to return, as
Jesus says, "Unless you become as a little child you shall not
enter the kingdom of heaven." (Matt. 18:3) "Unless you return to
your first work, or first love, I will come and take your candle-
stick out of its place," (Rev. 2:5) and warned against burying
one's talent in the ground. (Matt. 25:14 to 30) As it turns out
the way I played with my eagerly willing little friends is how
"they shall neither marry nor give in marriage." (Matt. 22:30)
Remember this, there is no privacy in God. God IS privacy.
No one knows it but us. Those who don't know the secret are
enemies of God. Love them to death, by making their last days on
earth as pleasant as possible. It won't be much longer, as God
considers time. While you're doing that, I'll be giving them
heartattacks. Your little "Heartattack" is nothing. You gotta
get past that, and come into the nuclear reactor with me, leading
your troops, as they can't make it without you. I'm the captain,
and you're my first mate. You must decipher my way, digest it
for them, and give it to them as an order to be carried out. Any
disrespect, resistance, or mutiny will be cause for courtmartial.
This is how a captain works with his crew. We are the Ship Of
Eight. I make it a magical wish for us all to perform in this
manner on T.V.
If you wish to join me in this escapade, KROQ Radio (106.7
FM) is planning a trip to Hawaii, leaving June 29th, 30th. Call
(213) 655-2021 to make arrangements for yourself and whomever you
wish to go. This is the best non-professional manner we can
meet, as I'm far from having an act ready for the stage, and I'm
unable to see another way for me to join the rock 'n roll commu-
nity where I belong.
The Tamborine Man will play a song for you; Bo Jangles will
dance for you; the Gambler will exhibit a new poker game no one
has ever seen before; the "man with the Bible in his hand" will
do his thing, and your papa (the original rolling stone, who died
and left you alone) will show you what all this trouble has been
about, and I do believe that you will agree that the prize is
worth the effort, time, and trouble. All this happens on the
flight to Hawaii. Come one! Come all! The more the merrier!
The toll, or admission price, into the kingdom of heaven is
10% tithe of your income. Pay up or die! This is an offer you
can't refuse, as Styx requested.
I'm sorry it has taken this old fool as long to get it all
together. I don't really mean to apologize for anything. It's
just difficult to be humble when one feels so great. I want to
let it all go in explosive release, but I must restrain myself
for the sake of my friends, as well as my enemies - whom we must
also love. For all players: make your own music for my landing
field, and I'll come in on ya.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I remain your unworthy servant,
P.S.: I found out Dusty is married, so she's not one of us.
Janis Ian could be her replacement, or Missy Manchester, etc.
The angel to pour that vial could be chosen by popular vote of
the fans, as Queen of the Also-rans.
P.P.S. copies of this to Bob Dylan, Rolling Stones, Chicago,
Linda Ronstadt, among others.
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