lulu loves a punkin.

 

 well lula got elected (no, not lulu), but i don't know what bolsonaro's gonna do, he may try a trump. but let's just breathe a minute and celebrate. lula got elected! 

poppy halloween!

 

he performs 

his slick neoliberal tricks; 

he reaps 

his savage capitalist treats.

  

it's halloween monday, the anniversary of the 10$—99 year obamachron jackson park landgrab. one hell of big treat for the audacious renegade! happy halloween!

 It’s like capitalism going insane. Not just savage capitalism. They’re going totally insane. All of this is happening before our eyes.

Noam Chomsky

The Democratic Party in the 1970s basically abandoned whatever commitment it had to the working class and the poor, became a party of affluent professionals, the kind of people who show up at Obama’s fancy parties to listen to Beyonce. 

They’re going to kill us all. 

Noam Chomsky

 forty years of neoliberal class war. obamachron.

invasion. 

obamachron.

 sometimes you have to take a break from what you're thinking and watch the birds.

 on sunday doug walks his own dog.

 i didn't see the expressions til i saw the pictures, but anyway they walked into my picture, i was just taking a shot of obama's specious nonsense, revitalizing? he's stealing and destroying historic jackson park.

 i was thinking of gentle on my mind and so i listened to the song, now i'm going to carry the tune to the lake and see what's left of the graffiti skull on the rocks.

 i better get out a bit just to clear my head if possible. hit the pause and mute and then turn all devices off and let the other senses come out. 

 i missed a great book sale in a dream last night. i was passing by with a dog.

 

eco-horror is a genre. 

the horror is happening during the production. 

what once was background is the production now.

the real can be depicted but not contained.

what is real we do not know. 

you can have split screen but it's  hard to watch both at once. 

there's a dissonance in the echo. 

what ghouls in politics and the toxic industries. 

people try to imagine them as characters. 

what will happen to us and them next. 

we are hoarse from shouting on line at the powerful who don't care, 

who utilize the common loss like gas on their fire.

when talking animals lose their voices will nature speak for them? 

there are it's said creatures underground that will survive nuclear war.

but when we go underground we can't live long. 

in burrows of smoking earth we'll be cradled by roots.

i remember the back to nature movement when i was a kid. 

i remember peace signs were cool, 

meanwhile the wars went on. 

we may deny what we feel when we feel the sense of loss. we may feel an invasion of loss, unspeakable. we may watch a movie titled the ducts, or conductors, or the conduits, from another country, with another history, but obscurely similar on an underground level, and hear echoes of a past life, inner life, and with this vague and piercing sense we may question and try and translate the world as it is.

 the banana is a perfect food.

                             —flower bob

 she asks what's her name, charlie i say, oh i love that name, what's his name i say, kaiser, oh i love that name i almost say, but what a distinguished gray i actually say. 

 

it's a sad beautiful world.

 i rode to the library and then to pebble beach singing hallelujah silently, remembering a time when i would ride around crying. 

 obamachron. the renegade theme park.

 biden time's a war party.

 a renegade nation, a rogue state, usa.

 good morning charlie.

 good morning darling.

 penny lu hides behind the cactus watching the darling starlings.

 ha, somebody sent ma a psychedelic mushroom book and she thought it was me. laura must have done it unconsciously. anyhoo, ma loves it!

 the most insidious thing about the culture of cruelty is the insistence of its necessity and the denial of its cruelty. 

 it's certainly not necessary and it certainly is evil.

 resist, how?

my brain gets tired of trying to think. i want to rest my brain. 

 i commonly don't know who people are, and now even if they are people or bots, influencers,  or shills. still i trust my intuition even when it gets confounded. i'm not sure for example if the mumia abu-jamal that followed me on ig is the real mumia. he said he'd be out in a lite year but i just read the judge denied a new trial. i can believe if you are in jail you have to believe you will be free. and the real mumia should be.