there's an epa meeting for obombaland monday. i wonder, is it a whitewash, is it bought, since the epa is hollowed out, with criminal intent, what hope do we have for environmental protection in obombaland.

i had a really scary dream. there was construction going on all around me and then it all started crumbling. there was nowhere to go and i had to act fast or be crushed. there was no protection to be sought. i woke and my foot was pulsing and itching. i put lavender oil on and felt soothed. i wanted to go back to that dream in order to find my way out, but it was too late. the skin is protection, it continues to replace itself, until with age it thins and cracks and fails to hold and protect us. eventually the skin is a shell we can no longer live in. things fall from the sky, buildings fall too. things are thrown. everything that is solid is shifting. everything that is supple corrodes. every plan is improvised. every life. in callous disregard, in fervent hope.