It opens the mind, but do not chase the dragon!!

My father before me, the watch maker of Herat, used his monocle and gear – tweezers to pick a splinter from my ring finger.  Egypt (not Qutb’s, Tuts) believed this finger bore a vein that drained directly to the heart.

My father’s father before him had irises of a bactrian hazel, dating back to the third century B.C.    They are the eyes of an ancient rapist who traveled here wit Alexandria’s army: but they are the only keepsakes I have.

His father before him was a mountain man and came down to Herat to trade a horse.  Herat took his horse at knifepoint and gave him a cough that killed him and his brothers.

his father before him shot two British soldiers with a carbine that liked to buck left. The regiment was all Red-Coated highlanders, who brought their bagpipes to the hindu Kush.

His Third shot sparked strange in the breech and peppered his face.  His father before him, a decorator of Korans, bandaged his only apprentice’s eyes

My Ring finger is an inkwell full of Royal Blood; my language, fired tiles and tessellation. Today I stand outside an electrified fence and watch a gun ship’s rotors spin down>

My generations stand behind me in a row, and the draft sets us spinning in place: Sufi pinwheels, seizing any wind as an excuse for ecstasy

When you go in you better carry and know how to use the gear so:

Destiny is the rising sun

I was born with a 6-gun in my hand and rebel souls and deserters we are called.  We choose a gun and threw away the sun and will always be on the run till the day I die!! I love to kill in cold blood and we are one bad company.  I’ll make my final stand behind the gun until the day I die .  That’s why they call me Bad company and I can’t deny it,  till the day I die, Till the day I die

 

Have good friends that will lay down their life and I can promise they will

 

Wicked cool place, one of the finest. Arrived the first time at the end of the war with Russia then returned as the Taliban came to power in 1993 when they hung a warlord commander on a tank turret. I Traveled with the safety blanket of Afridi’s nephew and visited his home on the border area in the tribal area of Pakistan. I saw all the heroin labs and the opium converted -very cool.  Brown tar balls let you see the vision.

When you go in you better carry and know how to use the gear

Have good friends that will lay down their life and I can promise they will

Wicked cool place, one of the finest. Arrived the first time at the end of the war with Russia then returned as the Taliban came to power in 1993 when they hung a warlord commander on a tank turret. I Traveled with the safety blanket of Afridi’s nephew and visited his home on the border area in the tribal area of Pakistan. I saw all the heroin labs and the opium converted -very cool.  Brown balls let you see the vision.

Opium Buyer/seller in back ground

We were all carrying small arms of course as there was a $20,000 thousand dollar bounty reward if taken by a kidnapper.

Dude:  Fully Automatic locked, loaded safety on

Smoking cool as soon as you crossed from Pakistan proper into Pershawer and then into the tribal areas- heroin, hash, guns, RPGs.  The guys were just walking around with AK47’s,  wicked cool stuff.  Saw the polo style play with a headless stuffed goat.

Open for business Very fine equipment

My friend saw a very cool dog fight in a pit in Mazzar Sharif in the north under the control of Dutsom.  Another very cool friend shot live photos of Gul Hektemyer now a 20 million dollar bounty.  I love this place, pure commerce, no oversight. I spoke to Karsi (the brother) and stated I wanted to set up a tourist destination place here called hotel incognito with pool, squash, tennis and badmitton and so on. Would have apricot trees and really cool stuff with warm Japatis covered in honey and tea in the morning over looking the valley time to Dream the dream