Our girl Olive. 

You know the whole war on terror was only a smokescreen for the genocide industry.

Cats for peace.

 Once they fail to destroy Iran they'll move on to destroy Cuba. They won't stop until the collapse. Humanity prays for the genocidal monster's collapse, because the regime has nothing but contempt for humanity. 

 Seven pictures on the way to market. I had two simple thoughts which I directly forgot, like last night's dreams. It's ok, I saved the pictures, sort of like lost dreams or lost thoughts translated, which may be freely re-translated and passed on, or directly forgot. I suppose I'll always dream of the ones that got away.

R. dreamed Olive got lost in the Obamachron. It's strange that she came from the park only to get lost in the Obamachron, in the occupied park. I mean it's strange anyway that she came from outside in and she's in here for life and we thank goodness every day and we can't imagine life in an occupied world without Olive.

 Every day they line up for a photograph with the oligarch in the park.

 I was sitting here reading The Vivisectors and R. came to tell me about a murder suicide in a car on the midway and I wonder if I heard the shots, and then I remembered sitting here last fall and hearing a car explode down there where I had just been playing in a leaf pile with Charlie. It's all story with no end so I go back to my book.

 It seems so long ago. I wonder if Joe is still a proud zionist, if he remembers his proud zionist days. Doesn't it seem like long ago?