TOUCHMEDONOTTOUCHMEIAMALIVE

Tuesday, December 15, 1970

Fig. 035

A letter from the king to his nemesis. To his brother.

My brother,

I will be a ghost that flanks your every movement. Time has come and you will regret the day you ever entered my life. I stayed still for so very long and let move in to plague our cities. Well now my people scream in terror at the blood you've shed. I've called upon a greatness to come and seize your head, and he will stay to the task until it is carried out. He brings with him his own small army, and there is nothing you can do to stop him. Consider this over, and know that I do regret that it ever had to come to this my brother. When I told you I loved you, well God dammit I meant it, but you brought it on yourself.

His people's king.