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People have written me in the past...

Ryan,

What in the hell are you doing, you crazy bastard? If you go public, you're going to have the authorities all over your ass in a matter of minutes! And who said you could use my internet account to post your far-fetched terrorist rhetoric? Do you know that I had the FBI at my apartment last week with a photo of YOU in their evil little hands? I AM GETTING TIRED OF THIS, RYAN.

J

Jade...

You have not used this account in months. Besides, what is more important than cleansing the minds of the young and helping them see that they must destroy the old to make way for the coming future? Hiding within your apartment and avoiding the world is no way to fight against it. You've told me that yourself, and still you refuse to rebel against the society that fetters you and silences your soul. Since you have not taken advantage of the resources at your desposal, dear Jade, I have decided to use them to our advantage myself.

As for the authorities, Federal or otherwise, I can take care of myself.

Ryan


Ryan, me lad:
It's a kinder, gentler, time that we live in. Even The Cause is finding itself replaced by Peace. Won't you consider settling down? Leave the terrorist life behind. Buy yourself a quiet little farm somewhere. Go into VCR repair. You deserve the rest.
A concerned friend,
Terri

Terri, my lovely lady,

if I were to assume that Peace is what is to come in the future, I would be a fool. Have you not looked around you lately? Society is unravelling even as we speak. Children are becoming killers, no respect is given to our leaders, and nuclear weapons are becoming as easy to purchase as a stick of gum at the local supermarket. People are becoming slaves to the corporate hierarchy, the poor are still spat upon. We must take back what is ours. Only then will we have Peace.

I have considered a small home right off of the Gulf. The fishing is nice there.

Ryan


Mr Gaerity:

My name is Elisa, but I'm known as Rosa Negra (The Black Rose), and I'm a great admirer of yours. I have the opportunity to meet you in "Blown Away", and I must confess since then, I do believe you're above most of the men I know!! I'm also happy to find out that you aren't dead, in my heart I always knew it. And now you've understood that struggle with Dove was a complete waist of your talent and you're made for greatness, let me say this : I'm at your orders for ANYTHING you want. And about creating a new world, sounds interesting. Any world is perfect as long as you're there.

Truly yours.

Elisa
rosa_negra@hotmail.com

PS. Why did you get your hair cut????? I know you don't have time to take care of it, I've done it for you!!!!!!

Elisa,

Thank you for your kind words, beautiful Rosa. I do not believe that my ... conflicts with Liam were a waste. He was a friend of mine, and he betrayed my trust. He still has many things to answer for, but as I have seen, there is a greater scheme to my life than just simple revenge. He will get his due in time.

I will remember your kindness and call upon you if I need you.

Best wishes,

Ryan Gaerity
I received a beautiful poem from my Black Rose recently:



(While watching "Blown Away")

J'aime ces yeux qui me touturent
parce qu'ils ne me regardent pas
S'il vous plaît,
regardez cettes larmes qui coulent de mon visage.
Ils te disent...
regarde moi...
Ryan
regarde moi...


Tu rosa negra.
Tampico, Tams Mexico. July 15th. 1998.



As I have been busy, I have not been responding to my electronic mail as quickly as I should. Nevertheless, I read it all, and these are two that I have had for a month, just now seeing the light of day...

Ryan,

I just had to drop you a note this morning because the last song I heard on the radio as I pulled into the parking lot at work was U2's "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For." Next time I see you, if I have my guitar with me, I'll play it for you.
,br> Be nice to Jade, now.

Thinking about you,
Terri

Terri...

I would be delighted to hear your rendition of this song. Perhaps while I'm in Lubbock, I'll pay you a visit. Provided, of course, that your policeman is not around...

take care, love

Ryan


And again, from my lovely Black Rose...

Dear Ryan.

I got this Blown Away soundtrack and there's a lovely song that makes me feel as if I were in Ireland, feeling the cold soft wind, in green hills. The lyrics are not mine, but this is what I'd like to tell you. It reminds me your irish beautiful eyes.

Return to me
October Project

Yo urise like a wave in the ocean
and you fall gently back to the sea
Now I want to know how to hold you
Return to me

You shine like the moon over water
And you darken the sky when you leave
Now I want to know how to keep you
Return to me
Turn to me

Everything I tell you has been spoken
And everything I say was said before
But everything I feel is for the first time
And everything I feel I feel for you

I am here calling the wind
I am here calling your name (Ryan)
I am here calling you back
Return to me

I know what means to be lonely
And I know what means to be free
Now I want to know how to love you (Ryan)
Return to me

I am here calling the wind
I am here calling your name (Ryan)
I am here calling you back
Return to me

I am here
Return to me

Con mucho corazon

Elisa.




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