oh, brutha. everything is sad. well not everything, it could be worse.

 it is every day. not everything. not by a long shot. dogs still bring joy

 and make our day. and tamales and pizza and chili tomorrow. i could go

 for some red beans and rice. it was intense today. quiet but intense.

 taut. the island was magical. i saw things i had not seen before. i

 saw a burr patch and

 turned charlie around. she only got a few burrs. it felt like

 something could happen all day and i was relieved and inspirited that 

 it didn't —

 nothing bad anyway. so i did a bird day post for brutha bob and i should

 say this is it, the other was too, but this is more something, more like

 my thoughts, that get stopped when i write cards. so many sad things

 going on i just want to be an animal and not a denizen of america. i 

 loathe what america does to people and animals and the entire natural

 planet, i don't want to say we, really i'm not of this brutal country, i

 loathe it. loathe is the word i think, not hate, hate is dead, loathe is

 alive. i love all the good

 things. sometimes all i can think of is dogs, then r. and

 the cats and snacks and movies and books, the list goes on. a lot of

 people are good but there's evil power running things. 

 the good people are

 captured in a way and free others. it's not democracy, 

 if there's freedom here it's more the inward subtle kind, and the kind  

 that loves

 dogs and dog lovers and cats can't forget cats. 

 i read a book about a girl

 who was marked by a bear who bit her head and then left her alive. 

 she was studying animism. afterward she was part bear, but 

 she still did anthropology. 

 she was changed but she was still stuck in the same

 anthropological rut, she couldn't live like bears, with bears, she still

 had to go through the developing disaster of humanity — oh, i loathe 

 and love, the word.