Thursday, February 21, 2019









i been doing some hard dreaming. yet it's harder to remember. it was work though. it feels like i wake from working, and go to work. maybe the hard work is in dreams in order that we can concentrate better during the day. duration is work. enduring. we saw two michael moore films, where to invade next? and farenheit 11/9, and though i know what is going on i don't know all that is, and seeing a manifold picture of this moment takes your breath away.
we really are in evil times, and saying so seems to actually somehow reduce the breadth of the evil, like it's just a story, that dreams will work out. i knew all along the american dream was a nightmare, for most, and we thought that the dream was here and the nightmare was exported to pay for the dream. we thought we didn't have to pay, that others would always pay for the american dream. but it has always been paid for by theft, genocide, and slaves. 
it is worse than it has ever been today. the harm is so casual, so open, so here, so there, so everywhere. our hearts break like waves in dreams, endlessly erased.

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