Waver or

Don't waver.

Whatever.

If nothing else be clear.

open.

honest.

clean.

Heaven forbid you're

pegged a liar.

I heard you say once

that you didn't like

such and

such. It made you feel

bleh or something.

And now you like such and

such, let's call it baby koalas. 

So what.

The point is you can't take away the past.

You know that.

You already knew that.

Just say what you say and

mean it.

Even if it's something

sideways, like,

"Fetch a mush bag of lemons.

Gather it hither, I have a

special place for it.

The leaf pile! Put the mush bag

next to the leaf pile. That's

where it belongs. Yes,

the leaf pile next to the mush bag."

You lost me at mush bag.

I don't know what that is.

But I guess you were honest.

You were definitely open.

It was a pretty clean thing to say;

it might have had some inunderstandably

complex inference. Maybe.

It is clear in its delivery. Whoever

wants the mush bag is being

precise and direct with his or her words.

But the words in general,

and mush bags in specific?

Chaos.

Chaotic nonsense.

Junk poetry.

Junkyard absurdity.

Inanity.

Now go into the world.

Clone it. Destruct it. Fit

in and out.

I intended to get something 

across to you with this.

When you need help,

read this again in a darker room with a sharp knife in your hand.