I'm reading this book, Dooneen. In the first pages I wondered, Is this guy dead? On page 157 Mew asks the same question of himself. There's no answer, it just goes on, like the dreamtime or the afterlife, but the world is still real, and I'm going on, walking along the sentences in my mind as it's reminiscent of my life or my sense of things as they go on and I ask myself Is this book crazy or am I crazy, or are we both crazy, and is it, too, divine? 

After this picture we went in the dog yard, and then poor Lulu was hounded by flies for blocks til I found a good weed to brush them off. It's just heat and flies, but there's so much beyond this. In what kind of world can a voracious and heartless empire such as this exist? Not this world, and we can't get off. We're here for the wild ride, and we're not moving. In the empire of radical hate we're here for the other us, in the secret precious wilds of radical love.

12 bones for 45 minutes!? That's Abzurd! 
 

 Oh, my, Dog, this country is so evil! This outlaw empire must be stopped!!!

I fantasized various raptors colonizing the specious and ill-spaced letters adorning the Obamachron. On the weekend a peregrine falcon was sighted on the roof. May the abominable tower one day be recolonized by lichen moss ivy and the wondrous birds' return.

 The signatories seem unaware or willfully ignorant about the resistance to imperialism. 

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Do not allow the imperialists and Zionists to instrumentalize your just causes in order to delegitimize the anti-imperialist pulse of this revolution.

Behrooz Ghamari-Tabrizi

 i woke up to look at mother nature on the run in 2026, and starlings on the fire escape. the song remains in my head, in the air, the same, as we witness what we've done, all in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.