I just heard they wanna charge thirty bones to get in this joint. Thirty bones to enter his museum of civil rights in his conning tower in the fucking privatized public park. I'll never give a single bone to the oligarch. 

 I still keep thinking, I can't stop thinking, of the micro and the macro, of the land grab of the park and the genocide of the empire. How the horror and the war crime are kept in the background of our benumbed and normalized minds. 

I was talking at the 100 year anniversary about death, and some one talked about the holocaust and how shocked they were as a kid and everyone knows about the holocaust but I said yes and it's still going on but we talk about it as history. 

 

 

 It's the 100th birthday of the building. I even took a lavender and mugwort magnesium bath. Now I see a dark cloud bank approaching. Some people get sick just thinking about something and then they don't have to do it. But I'm down for this, at least for tea and snacks. In the bath I was considering, not a soul attending this birthday will be around in 100 years. Ok, now it's raining. My hair's still wet. I'm going down.