cloud diary: recipe for disaster. flesh eating flies. flesh eating machines. oil for blood. closing schools mean more cars driving further faster swarming like flies. the black flies cover copper and we run like ones possessed to the refuge of the water. when we got far enough out the open water gives peaceful respite. we stay out until my core temp drops and cop is bored. i note he must swim circles because he can't dog paddle. he beats me back to the tipped concrete and is already covered in flies. we run. i grab a tree switch and brush him all the way home, running and rolling. the garbage, the heat, the closings, the killing for oil, the fracking of hundreds of chemicals, all men we are in barbaric times. the killers and barbarians run the planet and we just drive our flesh eating machines. disaster. civilization is a disaster.

i saw a beautiful cloud for this diary when we were out in the no fly zone. on the way this a.m. i thought walking under the crabapples if we made society based on children dogs and bikes we would have a cleaner safer happier society. since we base it on empire and gluttony, on exploitation and killing, on greed and destruction, we are a planned disaster.