doodling while america burns. i was talking about rocket's aggressive behavior this morning and copp peed on my left foot. don't know what it means. or why ascribe meaning. he hasn't done it in the whole time i know him, yet it might be random. random is supposed to be banal, but feels mysterious. i was giving my attention to rocket and ma so he may have been saying. this My boy. i'm marked. wonder if my other dogs will mark me in turn. am i a walking tree? so i told her just keep trying. what i tell myself.

 benefit

 grief for what didn't happen with what might

 happiness is a warm gun

 "i'm tired of evil!" martin luther king

 i thought we were more doomed because people care less and are more controlled electronically but then i saw that even then when they raged against the government it was after being so heinously treated and seeing the people we occupied and killed daily on tv. oh yeah, we don't see it now. it's so far away. how easily too the fires are doused now on the street, how blithely the war goes on.

as above so below in camera

infinite human foible

 interchange

 peace now

 sacrifice scar

 she so heavy

 small poor power tango

 smoke

 sophie little bit

 Violent empire(they want us ouT).

when i saw the chrysalis in the fawn's ear i thought it was too late but then i saw a butterfly