is everyone tired? i couldn't keep up with sleep of pictures of the week and i may not get back. i didn't clear my memory either. 

i think of mister saturday. i saw old neighbor diva yesterday and her old man. he said he was reading everything trump and doing crosswords. inside i groaned. i'm obsessed with obama but only his latest crime of stealing the park and killing every tree on his estate. i never cracked a book on him. well, see ya, he said, oh, how do i get in touch if i need you to walk diva. inside i groan and mumble, you don't, and rattle off my address he'll have forgotten before he reaches the tunnel off the point.

you can't catch up with what is lost. save what you can.