Eric not home right now

Hello and holiday greetings biatches.

My beauteous wife and I are off tomorrow on a 3,000 mile drive to Toronto. Wherein we are getting a few people off of drugs (full withdrawal lockdown and the whole 9 yards). So between the 5 day drive and the 5 to 7 days having various people in lockdown, we will be absent for about 2 weeks. We will also be routing folks into the Org. And possibly getting someone onto CCHR staff. Then off to reign in Europe for a bit.

So, Merry happy Christmas, Yule, New Year and all that jazz from the EmberStone Clan. we wish you peace, joy, and the object of your desire to get naked with you this fine holiday season.

Tra la la la laaaa, la la la laaaa, muthafuckaaas!

Love Always,

EE Clan.

Go Jesus, it's your burfday, go Jesus, we gonna party like its your burfday

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Adventures of Captrain Funk Love in Underpants Land

Hello everyone, I have been abducted. I am currently being held captive in the suppresive vile village of Toronto. Erin, the evil black hearted demon queen has choosen me to aid in a full frontal assault of YO MOMMA!

Ew.

Anyway long story short, I went to toronto to help her tie up loose ends and pack and drive her back to LA to live happily ever after. However the border police would not let her cross, so I am going to live in Canada for 5 months. In which time we will be working on the spousal Visa.

I will be home in LA for about 10 days next week.

I am moving to Vancouver when I get back to Toronto.

Then back to LA in January

Apparently its my new thing to go to various countries for a few months.

I am hoping to land a job on a boat out in Vancouver to get experience, as the new goal is to sail around the world for 2 years starting in 2008.

Well. At least I won't be bored for a while.

Everything is going along smashingly with the soulmate/fiance/wife/Erin. She is the best thing that has happened to me.

Anyway, email me will be in town roughly september 7th to the 14th. Will miss everyone. but will be home in Jan.

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GIVER OF LIFE AND ROAD MAPS

ERIN, GIVER OF LIFE AND ROAD MAPS

ME, CHICKEN MARATHON RUNNER, HEAD REMOVED FOR VENTILATION.

STATUS OF ERIN'S PATRIOTIC FEELINGS OF THE LAND OF THE BRAVE, DUBIOUS.

ERIC WEARING CANANDIAN FLAG AT WEDDING, US MAKING LOVE OVER THE STARS AND STRIPES.

NOT REALLY.

WARRIORS BREATH RAINS, QUICKENING. SENDING CRIMSON TIDES OF WANT. FLUSHED SOUL, DESIRE, EVERLASTING NAKED SPIRIT RIDE.

WELCOME ME INTO YOUR PERFECT CIRCLE.

AND IF IT IS STILL A SQUARE THEN LET ME REINFORCE YOUR CORNERS. CEMENT WILL, GOALS ALIGN, FUSSION IS NOT SO DIFFICULT

SOARING PHOENIX RIDES DOWN SOUTH, TO HALVES OF THE SAME CIRCLE, OR SQUARE, REUNITED. GEOMETRIC COMPLIMENTS, I HAVE DONE THE MATH ENOUGH TO KNOW

56 REVOLUTIONS OF A DARK LONELY PLANET, DARKNESS FLEEING FLEET ON BLACK FOOT, FOR THE LIGHT COMES WHEN THE TERMINALS OF THIS POWER CONNECT ONCE MORE.

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN, TOSSED IN THE AIR, BOTH SIDES WINNING, DROPPED IN A SLOT MACHINE, REPLENISHING THE DROUGHT OF MIND.

WEDDING BELLS RING USELESSLY IN FORWARD TEMPORAL MOTION. FORMALITY MAKING UP FOR THE LACK OF FAITH IN OTHERS.

TWO ARE ONE IN THE PRESENT. HUSBAND AND WIFE WITHOUT BOUNDARY IN THE NOW. OUR VOWS TRANSEND TIME AND REALITIVETY, AS PROVEN, WE HAVE FOUND EACH OTHER AS WAS PROMISED SO LONG AGO.

WHY I  WAS ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH SCISSORS WITHOUT MY OTHER HALF ESCAPES ME.

TWO BEINGS, A PERFECT CIRCLE, PIE FOR ALL.

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blog again, myspace deleted this one, wankers.

Tiring I sat pensive wondering how many bodies must I shed till I find you again. How many shells to crack and spit out like salty seeds till the homecoming.

Tiring I sat pensive, waiting for you to bath my earth tired soul. Gentle you were in your first presence, pointing me to peer into the knowingness glass, spectrum of mind, mass bending space and time, revealing to me the separation long ago, of the union of two souls.

You are known to me.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master
calls a butterfly"

Yet what if you were heading down this road, one such as I, a butterfly who had lost his wings, his beauty. To go from a creature that a child chases with delight to an insect has saddened me.

I've been down that road, peering through eyes witnessing mediocre tragedy, letting the gravity of the mundane and monotony drag me along. Death on a cracker, incomplete, pining for that which once was, so long ago.

Is it you? Have I balanced out my transgressions of lifetimes to warrant the reunion of heart?

Is it you? Have you brought into being, an intention, a summoning, a beakon to guide me home?

A light house upon the rocky shore of my universe. A northern star to guide me out of the black morass of trying to cope lifetimes without you?

Is it you, were you the one who played with light, and showed me the way to build a sun?

I query you not because I doubt. I ask not because I lack faith. I question if your remembrance of eons past still holds fond the memory of me in the ether of love and beauty.

If you do remember, will men grow old while we grow free? Will it be immortality once again, the game we forgot how to play, that was once as natural as breathing and love, now a misguided unknown.

Does the oracle of your beingness allow you to see when you existed by me, before stones could weep and stars speak. Where the only love of the world transcended high above the foreign design of this flesh.

Will you journey with me, once again? Growing old to be young again.

Will you remember? Will yearning and pining during sleepless nights of broken blurry dreamscapes of you be nothing more than a temporal hiccup? A thing in the past, a blink of the goddess eye in forward eternity?

When you close your eyes, will I sleep peacefully once more?

ERIC EMBER FOR ERIN BLACK JUNE 2ND 2005

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