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copyright (c) 2002,2007 Rebellious O'Megan One
why don't you listen while i sing about myself? i am made of time and space, a male member of the human race. i was born in darkest africa, of parents there from america. on the eastern atlantic sea i was raised in the land of the free and grew up travelling around the world. my life, before you, is now unfurled. i'm a nazarene to god, scarred like a hebrew slave. my feet are bare, unshod; my head i'll never shave. talked to the Sphinx in Isfahan climbed mountains by donkey in Iran vacationed in Afghanistan India, Kashmere, Pakistan saw New York City while passing through ballet and circus in Moscow, too met Lenin laying in Red Square traded medals for bubble-gum there when family travels to England brought us there i met the great collie Brutus we spent five years living in Trinidad a time for which i'm glad we had sailed up and down the Caribbean Sea in a time when it was beautiful and free surfed the bay of Maracas ate steaks in Caracas canoed muddy waters where the Angels Fall but wait, there's more, that's not all!... Hong Kong, China, and Macau where i first studied Tao had sex on the roof-tops of Jerusalem Felt like mighty ancient Absalom When wars in my HomeLand made me flee i came to America as a refugee i am Rebellious O'Megan One, captain of the T.S. Transport One. i'm an information broker, occasional smoker, captain of a volkswagen van, long haired hippy type man. with a crew of mostly plants and dogs, i am the author of these logs. i'm a nomad traveller up in the north a buddhist warrior walking the earth fighting evil in defense of good. meeting people in the global neighbourhood.