I wanted to see the full pink moon, but all I saw was the squat tower. 

The alarm is on again. The final Trump is nigh. The dead one speaks 

at nine. I listen to the alarm, and imagine in time it will become indistinguishable from the ringing in my ears. 

 As I was saying, a self-regarding dead one with the power to kill many may kill many with impunity, regarding them as already dead anyway, in a way, or living in the way. 

Now she's talking about dead ones who may not know they are dead on page 800 yeah, I skimmed some, or gleaned. I've seen people's whose eyes are dead and felt a shudder. There are many in business and politics like that but people on my walks too. The head of the regime is speaking tonight and he's a dead one. People say all the clinical names for his psychological state but Gertrude Stein, and I, would just say he's a dead one. Tonight at 9 people will tune in to hear the dead one speak. Unfortunately this dead one controls the fiercest genocidal forces on earth with bombs that can make us all dead, but whatever the dead one says, it will not be the truth. 

Iran is defeating the Christian Zionist regime of the United States and Israel, if my information is correct. Amazing. Yet the regime can blow up the whole world. Lulu yelped on the midway plaisance today. Yesterday she seemed ok. All these years she didn't seem to age appreciably, but she may be a sudden elder now. 

 I once had the opportunity to turn off the fire alarm. I mean one time. Now I am prohibited from turning off the fire alarm, and perforce, I will let it ring.

 It is now widely believed that a small elite of the super-rich is attempting to transform the world into a sort of holiday resort for themselves and their families, whilst the rest of the population works their entire lives as an underpaid workforce, having been convinced over the years that there is no other future, nor any other alternative.

Pietro Antonaci

 If I see Ken again, I know I will, he's a snowbird and they always come back, it will be like the time before last time when I got literally mad in the dog yard, it will be like before that, after they tried to get me to vote for a one who wanted the country to be the world's fiercest fighting force and advocated and supported genocide as a method of democratizing the planet and I said, sorry, no I'm not sorry, I will not vote for genocide, why would I vote for the lesser evil and genocide? and thereafter I avoided them until they got a dog and I crossed the street not to avoid a dog new to the neighborhood, but now I'll say let us not speak of things of the world beyond the dog.