a long tree always lifts me

 even if we sleep, we'll be ready for the revolution

 he was really upset by the erroneous alarms, and this morning they recommenced

 he was so sweet today, nosing my camera hand

 how can the people be united? they can't even decide about fracking. is it a bridge? is it a gift to man? is it a pernicious rape of the planet? the experts say, Yes!

 he likes me to snap his picture lots of times. he has such poise, such instinctive composition

 now i got my bamboo speakers i not so doomstruck

 i wanted to show them

 if destruction is inevitable, can we just relax? rocket ma asked me to think about what is wisdom. this morn i thinked, allowance of the inevitable. which i may not even know the meaning of, which would mean perhaps, wisdom is ignorance. perhaps i'm being flip, because of the bamboo sound and the springy sun.

 normal is brutal

 proud of peace in a land of war

 sometimes a desolate vista makes me less desolee. but this isn't a desolate vista, it still works.

 the survivors of free trade will be revolutionary

 when this civilization finally fails it will look like nothing but delirium

we exist