fen will be mortified today after dancing naked the last couple days. copp got a clean set of xrays and frolicked happily today. i like when images pop up mysteriously from the past especially summer into winter, but looking back deliberately is daunting. i get lost trying to look back there, some of it's embarassing, maybe a lot. i want to sift it but i'm so tired i'd rather just go on, and maybe that's the thing to do, maybe i don't have a show, but show pat's pictures of my pictures. i like that. then mine can languish comfortably in the day they were made. unless they pop up on my memory card.

density receptors.

hug me, mister!

it isn't that people become more self-indulgent, or lazier than they ever were, what's happening is that their mechanisms of satiation are being fooled.  forks over knives, a movie about eating plant-based rather than animal. fen says it's more what's eating you.

it's nature's way of telling you, something's wrong.

i know what's coming that's why i revel in the day.

we have all been here before but we were just molecules

so it's amazing we remember.

when and what is posterity? isn't posterior ass?