You are America, where war criminals rule the land, and hoppers live happily ever after in your garden.

 I was watching a thing on the genocide and Olive jumped into the window and pawed a bee and got a bee sting, jumped down and licked it for a spell while I caught the bee in a black bean can and released it by the fire escape door, now she's zooming room to room gawking at the starlings. 

Crossing the Red Line: Biden, His Advisors, and Israel’s War in Gaza

by Akbar Shahid Ahmed

Should I read Harriet the Spy? I never thought of it before. 

Idle know, why you're asking me? Can't you see I'm busy? 

Doing what? I thought you were always here for me? 

I am, of course, where am I gonna go? to the dump? But i'm thinking, gnome sane? I also have to think about things. 

Oh, sorry. 

Don't be. By the way, since you've interrupted my thought, I'll respond with this: Don't think about the accelerationists too much. And keep saying Palestine, even if it's but a squeaky mantra in your hamster wheel of a mind.

 sometimes i feel like i'm crazy, like i might be going crazy, like i'm gone beyond, but then i know i'm going sane, i'm getting liberated in my mind, in the insane paradigm, thus the feeling of crazy being. wait, should i tint this photograph? no, it's fine the way it is. just leave it.

 mom didn't really express trouble, what the trouble was, but she expressed anxiety. 

 i can't wait to see all of a sudden.