Monopoly playhouse falulu. We saw two guys in an intersection and one guy came toward us as we were crossing and said Hello, sir, how are you. My baby brother got killed. I said I'm sorry! and kept walking. R. said it's a scam in the neighborhood. I'm glad I had Lulu and my antennae raised. At the same time the zionist axis is threatening to destroy Iran. The wind is insane, rather it makes us feel insane. The Strait of Hormuz may soon be closed and hence the global supply of oil will be curtailed another insane war for the zionist empire begun.
You should not feel guilty Doug. You are not guilty. True.
Everybody knows the Board of Peace is the Board of Genocide. Cats for actual peace.
It's such an awkward expression! So awkwardly expressed! So encumbered! I can't even read it. It hurts my brain! Designers! Artists! Resisters! Anti-imperialists! What say ye!
i remember when the genocide in gaza started i started posting about it and somebody here said maybe you should go to gaza. i stopped it there but i wonder if he's had an awakening. i'd rather think so, but some people will keep calling genocide defense. i want to believe they will find mercy in their lives.
The styrofoam hill that was blowing away is buried now like an artificial dune. You wonder why I keep dwelling on this small land grab in the world. Because nothing happens in isolation, though we may feel isolated, encroached upon, pushed out, of our park, our neighborhood, our sanctuary, our nature, it's all still here, albeit buried, like our spirits dwelling within us, gone underground, it's all one planet all together. The occupied park is connected to every occupied zone in the collapsing exploding empire.
