oh by the way or did i already say, my friend Arwynne(sp?) is happily adjusted now in her Thunderwear. i though it was a joke when i recommended it to the Thor-struck Hilde, but it really works! recommend it to all your autistic friends!

     arise ye slaves no more in thrall

bless this soul.

bone-tiered

but what does it mean? i don't know fen, but i don't like it. let's get out of here.

crazy eyes, lazy speech.

dominique sanda, ,,,,

fenway ambivalent about coat or i put it on wrong, it seems to get in the way of his peeper.

i think it's too cold for ghosties today.

the stride.

i'm a little nervous, partly out of fatigue, partly out of my new years dog party in a mansion.

copp loves but not as well as a coat.

lady winnevere in her elegant snood.

little bird, i don't know what is happening today.

Look the Other Way

mon dieu.

entreating the ice bear deity

some things will never change, even if we redact them, lock them in a secret archive under a statute of limitations, consign them to the madness of a primitive past, put them in the memory hole of every bi-ped, or blame the ghost of hitler. but that isn't what fen and i were cogitating upon while on our walk. i don't know what we were thinking, so i put what i was thinking during and after the afterword of zone of interest.

sunrise, sunset. i was surprised i had never seen fiddler on the roof before. and delighted at finding that it wasn't fey or kitsch or whatever. it was genuine, with great people.

the winds of freedom are beginning to blow, all over america. and it's cold as fucking hell.

trudition, my skinny bum.

yum, sunchokes. thanks becky!