this not america this is us

almanac of murdo. an australian cattle dog mix. i asked if named after murdoch, but no he's from texas. his owner is the same size as copper, who barks and dances around them delightedly, at her eye level. she understands his bark is joy and it's a joy to me, her understanding. and murdo gives me sweet kisses. i wish i had taken pictures this morning. i will though, i was just shy.

antler eyelash

baby got a big red bone

therapy is where you find it, nest pa.

what, you wanna dance with me?

ok, just don't grab me.

elk jerky.

fairy tales of destruction. i'm at the end of a study of hans christian andersen and thinking about the relation of fairy tales and modern life, which hans christian treated. it's really fascinating, though my mind is struggling with an absence of clarity. he saw the grand importance of story, and made so much of hard beginnings. he saw the bleakness of the future, and the desperate need for true fairy tales, for healing.

fen remembers xmus.

god grant me the serenity to shut my mouth about politics and religion for therein lies evil and all of us children of god must bend to the will of the oppressor, or break.

happy in my soul, though i struggle.

healer.

i just keep thinking about the war on terror.

i'm having some personal problems affecting my vision right now.

ice stick for mister.

is it ok to say something out of context?

that's all i got.

it's hard to be honest when you're concerned with appearance.

i've really lost it, but

maybe there really is no emergency.

hallucinatory is usually not a good thing.

propaganda replaces thought.

the lawmakers never break the law, they just make it.

therapy session.

things don't always work out like you expect.

wave goodbye and hello like in greece.

where did they find this guy!?

you don't have to believe in anything here, but you need stories.