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I sit here in this dark room before a computer, with a white mask on-having only red on my lips and black around my eyes. Everything is silent at this time. I am a writer. In the world, I am an actor. What is an actor? One whose imagination is brought to life; and who brings to death the system of logic. My stage name is, Cantney Gessner. Cantney means, Lovely Music. Gessner means, Heart Doctor. So, I like to think of myself as one who makes remedy through music and any of creative arts.My birth name on January 26, 1976 was, David Jonathan Huckaby. My adopted name in 1987 was, David Jonathan Bass. Names implying the homosexual accusations against these two from the 2nd Book of Samuel, in that their love for one another was like that between a man and a woman. As David Huckaby, I was taught to distrust men and to learn to defend for myself. As Jonathan Bass, I was taught to go to war and to destroy my enemies, including my father. Both men preached God at me, like how could I serve both as different Gods? I divorced both of these men, including my mother and four sisters, who all attempted suicide to prove their love for each other. I left my hometown of Greensboro, NC for California, in inspiration of the boy, who flew his bike across the moon. I hate God. I hate everything that's ever been made up of Him, that I might be controlled and ruled and sodomized. Fuck you!I watch families through windows here in the Valley of the Stars. It is what I want. To know the true love of One who created me for good and not evil. I will never return to those who slashed my face, but I will find the King who will annoint my face with oil and cover it with the healing leaves. The cat has screamed and shattered the glass. I will put it back together, so others can see me clearly. Taking the mask off, I am just a window washer and a stoner of a white dude. After 14-years of being on my own, I find myself still in-between homes and have even found myself homeless, because of my defiance to conformity. In fact, I was so against the common American Joe, that I decided at-19 (during my debut in Hollywood) to elope with a Gypsy woman and boy child of-4 years old. I kidnapped her and the child from the enslavement she was in through her Romanian tribe and we married-traveling the states.She's gone now, though and I am alone, as I sit in front of this computer. What now after being a slave of love? My purpose here on my space is to give an intimate profile of myself and help others if I can (through my stories). Peace out .....------------------------******************************* *******="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmU uY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9VWxkdV8xLUpDSkU=">John Lennon - "Beautiful Boy"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uldu_1-JCJE

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********************Who is this boy named, Cat? This which I sign after each love letter I write to all these my friends? Joey Cat, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! You want me to tell you the mystery of this pen that's inspired me to write this blab by lightening touch of my ringless hand? Oh, him, who breaths behind this white mask I wear fore this computer. Ghost! Stir me to give me this extension of life to reach out them-my only hope-my boooooys and my giiiiiiirls, oh how I love them so. Joey, a one you have invited by opening here my dangerous page in the future where he waits for me to give me my rememory.Let me take you to church. I'll be 9-yrs old. Here we go on a lone bk rd HWY. Farmers and grandmas. Big oak trees waving, creaking, scratching them there windows at my Carolina Gospel. Mom, Dad, Cindy, Wendy, Jody, Heather. Tis boy strange. Joey blond hair and blue eyes. Foster him is that my mom and dad watch. He gone and social services took him away!Bible scriptures Cindy highlights on her pew. 18-she is and braces, daddys college girl. Oh Wendy, my 16-yr old sis-you stand in corner when mom gets you home! And she sticks a bar of soap in your mouth! Shut up Jody! Stop touching my penis. You cannot have it! How evil this 15-yr old want to steal my boy. Wendys head spins I'm sure. Those nightmares up 5 of us in our attic beds. No, I did not see it, up in this old gray attic, where boy sis pushed me down stairs fore foster boy Joey was to tell me why he's here to show me leave! Heather, 8-yrs old and close your ear while I shut my eye. Let us not hear the preacher whose word our father watches to swat like flies. Mother, oh you mad and punching Wendy. Cindy stop your Bible! Jodys teeth are grinding and eat me alive. Quiet, quiet, let us not disturbs our neighbors. Well read our Bibles. Joey, Joey-who is Joey my long lost love whose hero my sispence? I will open the treasure box! Wendy Wendy what you got in here? Joey is going to tell me as I dizzy before that staircase leading down way below. Jody has pushed me and now I'm dead. Unconsious with amnesia is me.Here it comes! The storm is brewing. Him preacher keeps speaking. No power to those words. The sky is turning gray-Joey Joey my love is coming-trees cringing this heat so flamed. Leaves awithering and sky turned black!I turn. What do I see? David. Jo. Cindy. Wendy. Jody. Heather. Preacher. Congregation. All turned to stone! Joey Cats 14-yrs old that boy from my Carolina woods. I stutter, "Joey? How? Wha-? Why? You eyes so blue, youz take me in, youz burn in me fire. Courage! Your height is beyond my reach. Eternal soul where is your age?" And suddenly I hears my Joey speak for first time my life ... "Remember what I told you before your sister pushed you down those stairs?" Hows his mouth not move? "Are youz Jesus?" me ask him my lovely. "Oh confusion," he says. "this misconception and abuse. They distort you. Don't you know? They confounded; you see me."*"I do! I do! Oh, my love!" Again he asks, "Remember what you seen before your fall? In that box of Wendys treasure?" "I sink, I sink!" I screamed. "I forhots!" *"Yes, yes, to handle it be so much for you as may as well consume you. She wanted to get rid of me when I overheard your mother lie lie she is to found me a new home."*"I fwander what happens to you. I wove you, Joey boy." And oh his eyes. "They would blame me for telling you truth. Mother. Mother. She'll never tell you."*"I asks you Joey, why arts you swallowing me this?" "Cause they would have you hate me for me take you. I would take you." "Wise aren't youz?!"*"Remember the tornado?" he asks. "You weer zat sorm?" "Yes. I would have taken you and forgotten them, but you didn't want to go, you were terrified. Yours and my emotions are alike which calls the elements to war. You cried, were angry and fought. I gave you strength in my storm instead. My telling you didn't work, so now you'll seek me in private places for us to talk."*"What prizett places, Master?"*"I will come for you and when I do, you will follow me and I will show you."*"Fake me nowz, boy! I will go with youz and bees you'll lover!"*"They need you. That first must happen when they will abandon you too, like they did me. And they will abandon you."*"Pweese donya weave me!" and he says to me, "Take my hand." I took it. "I am with you." And then he vanished. Gone gone. This boy come visit me to escape me when only-9. All stone they are. Never knowing who was this amongst them in this foster I know my Joey Cat! Twisting my penis it was Jody and outside I ran me I want to puke! Seek you, seek you, where are you so I can show you what's in this I find in this box my Wendys teasure! Oh Joey, I'll tell them this what me my love.
Michael Jackson - They Don't Care About Us
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNJL6nfu__Q

to free you

MTV music Television New MICHAEL JACKSON Tribute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MT7QHrUT66I

starring, Michael Jackson in, Toon Story with Ruben Valentino, Jim Carrey, Madonna, many more. Dec. 25, 2010 at theaters.$150 adults/ $50 children

Just a car crash away - Marilyn Manson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2wI_gGcfcI

WATCH!

Mister Big - Winbak Pace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTq-MQdyPZg

thanks Mister Big

Walk Around my Christine and Listen to George Thorogood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZgOFPxHA_I
christy