<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Letter from Charles Manson to an English Correspondent: People got this lifestyle going where it all fits in places and everyone's got a face and food and job and ride and wife and kids on and on and on to where prison's got the numbers and each bird's got a cage and it all fits in movies land TVs and it's pushed over in the baby's mind, like it or not. And they will sacrifice the goats and ring the cows tits to make it fit, lie, cheat and do the best of the devil to get the rent paid and reach and meet the dead lines. If you're jumping out of a plane or setting on the beach, you're in your mind. Once you get centered in your mind and you see you = your mind = your soul = has never moved -- you're always there even if you're in a space ship. You're where you are and a cell is just another part of God. No church or religion. They have destroyed any chance for reality in or with the real of God. I spend 50 years in what everyone else says is in only to find that it's not "in." It was in for them to hold me in what was in to them, yet "in" can only be in its real to me 4 I'm God. Not a power trip or ego God games for pussy, but just in my in. There is only prison for the mind that cannot stand living within his in. In, out are by Manson King of my own inner chamber is land that can only be what I say it is. For it is only for me, my in that makes what out is. Wars such as World War 1 and W.W.2 give me 2 heads on earth. And having my own worlds and my own prison, only my will counts 4 me, my bugs, birds, rats, gophers, cats and cagers. I'm prison. Let your self be your self – be your own smell and smell. You don't cut or trim. You be your own God, be content wherever you be. I've been over 30 years in handcuffs, most of it in cages -- beatings, burnt and misused and persecuted in all kinds of ways. It's great. The guy got me chained and hit me with his flash light and was looking for me to cower and cry and I told him if you don't kill me now, I tell you, you will run from this the rest of your life, for you're in my prison now, ha ha. My road dog cut his own ears off, chewed them up and spit them in his face the next day and said, "I'm gonna be a lot more for you baby when I catch you." And the last I seen they were off land running. I call it "There goes that little red mother fucker." Reminds me of a fox game you play. I NEVER LISTEN TO THAT SHIT. Doors a little. That other stuff you said to me is puke. I like Moody Blues. I did like the Beatles, but more I like about the Beatles was their big back up. The background and the way they were put together. The Beatles themselves were weak punks. I can see why they had to break up and go band on the run. Hindus were up in their assholes. Rock and Roll is shotgun music. Hillbilly sound is behind the bar. Hank Williams was an ass-kicking red neck. Them Honkie Tonkers are, or were, tough. England can come off the top because your whole government holds up your music. You guys lost it long ago before you were born. The sun never set on the real English Britain. (Excuse my spelling, I burned the school down in the 3rd grade. School # 9 and still running.) I'm trying for the freedom to kill or have killed whoever I feel needs killing. I'm not into playing music for approval and acceptance and to being love and love. (Smiling face) I woke up to God and the devil and what the real music is. R&R is a prison sound that comes from the chain gangs where the big hammers break up big rocks into little ones and then the phonies got the sound and the punks get the power up in their assholes and took it to the outside and sold it for the pussy and a breeding game because who's got the the bitch by the ass holds the fear of the heart. Jack the ripper was an agent of the Queen to control the price of puss. The ATWA is dying on earth and it's all about survival of my bugs, worms, fish, trees, earth. People and dance halls are about 1, 2 ,3, O'clock rock, 4, 5, 6, O'clock rock. I already had Halley and the Comets in Florida in 1954. Mexico 1958 and 3 Moons (three upside down crosses are drawn here). Satan's a poop butt because I was him 3 times and kept bumping my head on the bridge of his iron man steel wheels and feelings of little girls hearts stopping when I got a nut. I make fruit cakes with the left over spirits of animal's genes that can't get into human's ovaries. How Mundane! Do you think a brain can only think if it has words to think with? I been 54 years locked with cockroaches and became a monk in a temple of the deaf, dumb and blind. I only had feelings and could feel the stars at night. Yes my soul the mind of free is a marvel. In 1944 Captain Marvel. Ha Ha. Yes soul, it is all noise. The band behind the Beatles is the band. They were the front. R&R is me crying and yelling. It is suffering soul sound, not real. Bach, Beethoven, Wagner, Schumann -- it's proven in the mind of 4 ever. Fads are not even a note. Dumb questions. They got 32 new high tech prisons filled with kids and no one has any mind. The TV and movies move tons of Hamburgers -- brainless meat in fat body forms walking here and there for pay day -- lost souls who will do anything for pay to keep the TV on. They would go crazy in this cell for a week. They can't face or be with themselves for very long. As for how long have I got? I got forever or until I can take over. I've been working on a one world order -- new government run by me as God and I can redeem my Air -- A, Trees -- T, Water -- W, Animals -- A (zoos, cages) I got Japan and China, Germans, Mexicans. USA has been dead and gone so long there is no one around that even knows what life is. They don't believe in God outside of money. How long? I came to boys school from foster homes. When my mom got out of prison I visited her in prison in the '30s and '40s. I went to Gibault school for devil boys for firing the school in 1944 and escaped 17 times and in 1950 went to federal boys school, ran like army, and beat everyone up and went to prison in 1952 and out in 1954 for a year, back in '55 to '58, back in '59, out in 1967, in in 1969 and in now. I'm out but people call it in, but I've long past that lie bus stop and deceit train to beyond and some. Prison's been my home, my mom's home. They keep you in prison if they can use you. Over here you can't catch them in the truth. They lie about everything, anything, and make up all kinds of stuff and spend big money and hire 100s of staff and its all based on bunkum and there is no time they ever see inmates. They just lie and keep a coffee pot going and walk around with papers and make up some thing like they are doing something for 38 thousand here, 43 thousand there. An administrator to the Baluklnmklo and give your taxes to be safe from people like Manson etc. Everywhere the rats run it. They work through their lawyers to blame and execute someone else so they can work their way in and out. The people know it but they are so deep in lies and so stuck in fear based mind sets that they go along with it because it makes them look like they got a job and they're doing something. One guy said I was trying to get him to get their leader. They locked me down a year and played lie detector and a lot of people doing shows and new books and a movie here and a show "look at how well we work for you." They let the rat go to a nice place and locked me deeper. Then the next rat said I had drugs. Again, everyone got promoted. No drugs were ever found and the rats were out and running and honor was laying in Dad's grave and no one gives a fuck unless they see they are being welded in barrels when no one's looking and only a few will survive. Good to hear from you, Sunshine. My prison is all prisons in all time in all graves to and from the circles of stones forever, as always is within my words. When I've got everyone down on me and yelling 4 my blood, I just bow to myself, turn, exchange faces, turn back and be gone. You being born in a prison Island with no guns have been raised as less what you were. You're much more than that one life time. Your guards and such remember and realize how important honor and traditions that took 100 years or more to set. Over here there is just a bigger prison. The world is a prison until I can kill whoever I want and have my God's will back in the saddle. The horse is running the show. My horses heads are hidden in the mountains and hills. I'm a snake and you got my fox in a box but earth is first to me, one world, one earth one ATWA. One God, One money, One One One and as you're me and all my mes are free mes and my free mes are Gods forever as Ch Mac Manson. Mills Brothers. P.S. Second thoughts. I can set in a room 5 -- 10 years in one note. I feel I could lay covered with snakes or bugs and feel at home or out dance fire and survive everyone yelling for my blood for ever. I see people lie and then I see the lie come back. 30 years in a hole cell -- no books, no TV, no radio. Just thought. In the underworld I'm called quick stick- sharp as dark - Satan - Him - It - Soul - Monk - Beast - God - Snake - Gangster - Brother - 2 Feather - Ghost Dancer - Zero. Eight courts locked to my rights. Over here they got a hometown thing and it's almost like a brotherhood. It's a soul control thing. God is the real wheel. The Nazerene Church and silver cross boss bag and drag queen's Lucifer's puss. (smiling face) I'm retired. P.S. When they landed on the moon there was 3 on the moon they seen and one stole away. The dark moon no one seen. He was a Mason.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> [This message has been edited by PimpDaddy (edited March 03, 2001).]
