whelp, we threw out the rug under the mat in the living room she was using for her toilet. now she's banished to the bedroom and bathroom. let's see what she'll do. 

the half-built haunted tower in the haunted park, the obamachron.

 

 sorry kids somebody smashed your kindness rock and threw it behind the stone memorial bench. sorry kids it's a time of evil, great and small.

 i remember when lulu was a puppy she clawed at the ice trying to get the sticks and leaves inside and she danced around like crazy. now she's more pensive, but still fascinated by ice.

happy halloweenie.

 

 we're all rather trapped in the oligarchy. we know they don't represent us, we know our fates are connected, and they're trapped in the same evil system, but the poor suffer more and are expendable and generally die first. 

 this is my first solo walk with benny. the student walker got the virus. it's suddenly winter. i remember winters past, every year i thought how will i survive another one. it's easier now thank dog i don't have to ride the bike on ice. 

it's a time of great evil, when oligarchs rule the earth by war and terror, and build their brutal towers in the people's park.

 

it's a time of great evil.

 

 as in the old dream i feel my spirit running nowhere endlessly but i'm still here. this morning the alarm is ringing again for the dead and the fire door below us bangs open in the snow wind. i have to go get my boxer friend benny. 

do you like halloween? no, i don't do trick or treat. i don't dig tricks i mean. i prefer the day of the dead or samhain. it's the time of year we see through the illusion and feel the ghost within us. it's spooky and delicious.

 the alarm is on again and the tents are back. the other night i wasn't sure if my ears were ringing or i was hearing an actual alarm. my ears are always ringing, the alarm is always ringing, we're in an endless emergency, from the war on terror to the oligarch in the park. if you are threatened in a dream you can always wake up and never die.

 i was looking for my next book and i tried the seven rays but the language was archaic and i picked up the sacred and profane love machine. i pulled off the tattered cover and it was perfect. on page one it reads, he had just been engaged in removing the paper covers from all his books. there was no doubt about it, the books looked more beautiful and more real without their covers. "a wrapped up book is waiting for something," said montague.

 there's a thread that runs through you and the world and there's a tension on the thread between your inner sense and the outer world. hold your will, hold that tension. 

defund israel. defund genocide.

 

 i got a bodacious new chow, i feel so peppy! just catch my joy, don't think about the war, you're just walking the dog, remember? 

 fun time obamachron tours. watch your head!

 

 support the resistance. stop the massacres. shut down elbit systems. 

 bidentime is a fascist war monster.

they can kill people but they can't kill freedom. freedom won't die.

 

CEASEFIRE NOW. STOP THE GENOCIDE.

 

 how can nicole kidman go from dogville to the undoing. it's a mysterious world.

 i'm about done with vertigo, sebald, not hitchcock. second time around. i drift lazy on his stream. watched jimi in monterey. i dint ask this fellow for pictures it just happens. charlie's light. how to build a boat is waiting at the library. uncle jim's back home sleeping, sweet dreams sweet old boy.

 chickens pass the mirror test for self awareness. chickens are not just sentient, but have a sophisticated sense of self. 

 please don't buy the propaganda. people die from it.

 starling sunday. it doesn't matter what lies they say, it's mass murder, it's genocide, they're not killing hamas, they're killing everyone else. 

 man that alarm is alarming. why can't they shut the damn thing off. thanks, obama, sonamabitch.

 

                                     Love speaks me entire, a word

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg

and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

Marge Piercy, The Cat's Song

 peace is the necessity. the vast majority of people want to live in peace. no one wants to live in the forever war. people want life. peace, raja. peace, charlie. 

our fates are connected. tree of life.

in the dark time we need
to bring our own
light.

 

 she slept away in the other room, but when i woke she was beside me. she cried for food yesterday, but this morning she didn't eat. i had a good dream i forgot, but things were done that were satisfying and good. 

 there was a boy. a very strange enchanted boy.

 increasing tidal intensities in the weight of water. symbolic associations with the degrees of these aspects speak of the void            and the profound impact of death upon consciousness. remember nothing is promised or permanent. seek only to possess sincerity in your heart and spirit. meet all those who you encounter as if it may be the last time.

 dear r., 

i know you're tired of getting emails about cat pee and poop, so i'll just put it on the wall here. i'm sorry to say she peed on the mat again. i do knot know why, as i scoop every time she goes in the box and toss fresh litter. i know you hear my sighs. 

xo,

d&p

 i love uncle jim. when we went to south bend he was kind and gentle and silly, like his mom weezie. we had not gone for some time and i'm so glad we went recently. he may not have much time left. i remember when uncle jerry, jim's brother died, he came to me in a dream and gave me such a hug the night before i got the news. i send jim a spirit hug like jerry gave me, full of love and appreciation. 

 and stealing parks from the people you mislead won't make you a hero    of the community you evicted and displaced. 

 everybody with a mind knows killing folks never brings peace. why do we keep making endless war for the oligarchs who abhor peace? 

 i never fit in, except with other misfits. and i never felt at home in this country. it's not my homeland. i think about the sense of not fitting in. it's painful, but trying to fit into a bad paradigm is far worse. maybe eventually if we keep living we fit in to ourselves. anyway it's the manufactured consent world, the artificial world of powerful forces heedless of the spirit of life that doesn't fit in. 

 they cut a fiber optic cable during improvements for the obamachron. the alarm on the 17th floor has been sounding off for 4 days now. i'm amazed how much chaos one megalomaniacal oligarch can create.

 we're doing the best we can under the circumstances. we're all living under the same circumstances. and we're getting old. the ever-expanding empire is exhausted.

 

 we build their empire. we have no choice.