I emailed this on June 25th of this year. I can't tell if the wave is any closer, but I pulled my Stockholm maps out for the first time in years. Build a fucking ark, 'cause here comes the rain. Hopefully it's African rain, 'cause I am ready to bless.

----- Original Message -----
From: TQ
Sent: Friday, June 25, 2004 11:30 AM
Subject: one day all this could be yours

There's a big wave brewing out here in Seattle, I can't say when it will crest or when it will crash, and I'm a bit afraid because, waves, as waves are, can be joyous if you ride them high and miserable if you get stuck in the undercurrent of misdirection that they simultaneously create. The forces? One, it's an election year; two, people have been enveloped in fear much too long. There are more, but I think the forces are more individualized and are necessarily difficult to transcribe. It's hard to be a prophet and more than likely the wave of which I speak will sizzle like a marshmallow at the bottom of a bonfire. But, I can't ignore what I truly feel. The last wave (late 2000, early 2001) left me completely confused and nearly useless and I'd rather plot a different course this time around. Of course, of fate or destiny or kismet or lot, what can you choose, or what gets chosen for you?

.tqb.

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While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.