am i the same person?

this mf'n thing turnt barko bomba sideways and i cant be bothered. b.o, bka Porgy, pooped out of doors yesterday i think the first time since fall and my eyes was buggin and misty. then he found a bitchin chicken bone for reward and hi-tailed it home. of course it was a fluke and today he got the bones for nothin.

blue caps in pink grass.

everything free in america costs dear, or tree diary, wednesday, for sarah.

trine to make it real, compared to what? or, who needs these stinkin hangers?

i will fight no more forever. period.

i've endured. how long can we endure.

if there were such a thing as a natural kind it'd be in a hell of a human predicament.

kill, kill, kill for cars.

ordinary magic.

read my name upon my tumescetone.

singers.

the fortress of logic on top of the big rock candy mountain puffed to dust with dad.

the koke brothers turned into a tree. they had to share the same bark body and watch their neighbors fall with some toxic trunk rot on public land without guns and walls and security.

thorn tree in love.

mister is off getting groomed today. they better leave his tail alone.

who knows don't know much.