The Manifesto of Brother Star Dust - Part 2

If you havent figured it out yet, "Brother Star Dust" is my hippie alter ego who is currently on the lamb from the post office for running down 2 of their mailboxes.  A couple of people thought it was just my online name.  Anyway, let's check in with him.1

Hey, Brother sky dust here again, comin at chya straight out of the dust bowl, live on the lamb.  I got the man breathin down my neck pretty hard, but i refuse to be a bitch to big oil\auto\govornment\mail.  So why dont you take the next exit off the misinformation super highway while i drop some knowledge on you, ya dig?2

Me and my lady crashed on the couch of Brother Laughing Fox last night after a good fourteen hour drive.  He's 1\8th Cherokee warrior.  That must've been the life, if only we could all be as peaceful as the cherokee warriors.  We showed up on his doorstep hat in hand i told him that we're looking for a place to crash.  He says "what's mine is yours." and i think to myself "If only we could all be as generous as the cherokee warriors."  That's when Leah (my love mate) turned to me and said "Seriously what's his is ours, the judge put a lean on his house after he missed alimony."  I guess she didnt get it.  If he had wanted to he could have done some rain dance or call to Quetzacoatl or something and won the case.  But instead he let her win so she would be provided for.  The cherokee work in mysterious ways.3

So last night i drop a line to moms and gave her the down low on my where abouts.  She tells me the damage to the cars were $175 for the sis, $850 for pops, and a whopping $1800 for the van.  Then she started spouting all this issurance crap about rates, and deductibles, and a six point risk.  So i tell her "Fuck them!  They're as bad as the post office!  You just pay the money, it wont be worth anything after the revolution anyway."  And it's just then i hear the unmistakable click of a wire tap on the line, and slam down the phone.  Breathing heavy and now in a cold sweat i run upstairs to Leah ad tell her "They know where i am, they're following me!"  and she says "How?".  The homing device, it was the only answer.  I thought it wouldnt work this far away.  So quickly i wrap my arm in foil, and run up to Bro. Laughing Fox.  I tell him "we're going to need some natural holistic medicine."4

So later that night we all drove out into the desert about 40 miles until i felt satisfied that we had driven far enough.  Then we all got out and Brother Laughing Fox got the cleaver out of the glove compartment and we found a rock that would serve well as a chopping block.  I rested my arm down a got ready, but nothing happened.  It's then that Brother Laughing Fox pulls out a bottle of alcohol, uncaps it and holds it out for me.  I say "No, i'd prefer to leave my body unpolluted by the unnatural toxins of man."  He shrugs, and takes a swig.  Then he raises the cleaver, and i say "wait, wait!"  5

"What?" he said6

"aren't you going to chant or something?"7

"I hadn't planned on it"8

"Well could you"9

"Well what should i chant"10

"i dont know, something from your culture"11

"Um...Alright."12

And he began to chant: "All the heroes and legends I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay. and I feel this empty place inside so afraid that I've lost my faith.  Show me the way, show me the way, Take me tonight to the river and wash my illusions away Just show me the way!"13

"Dude don't chant Styx"14

"well i didnt know what to sing"15

"god damn it, just do it already" And he chopped.  We buried my arm along with the homing device so deep out in the dessert that they'll never find it, even if they look right at it.  We gave it back to Gaya16

So given the circumstances im going to stop typing for tonight, and give my wounds a rest.  I also think i should lay low for a while a stay off the wire, but ill get in touch as soon as i can.  Alright little freedom fighters, this is Brother Star Dust sayin, keep fightin the good fight.17

-Peace18

Brother Star Dust19

(a.k.a. matt k)20