readership is in droubt (drought and doubt) maybe because i'm such an idiott* and say stuff about the slave masters. the power elite, the slave masters, i imagine are gleeful now. they can almost taste the demise of the planet. their thick tongues salivate. we've always been ruled by fear and the drug of freedom. but since the lie of nineeleven there is no reality. orwell was more clearcut. big brorther was something we could relate to. now the notion is almost quaint, we are such simpering co-conspiritors in the destruction. ah well i had it all so eloquent befor sitting down. i need to walk to think and the thoughts fly up like moths unrecorded. this is not all what i wanted to say.

* Where the parrots in their stifling habitat accost me as i enter with their choral salutations, "idiott, idiott!" velimir klebnikov  from Menagerie, A Trap for Judges,I, 1909.