friends of the friendless. i missed the obomba memorial library art show, afraid of my visceral eversion to any praise of the thug and even his evil smile. but i will look. i dove into the lake today. stunning but life quickening. i will swim again this afternoon. i have no clarity and just go along hoping i guess that somehow i'm conscious and needn't worry, but i'm negotiating some techy terrain, like with that bitch by ray school who despises me and my doggy freedom. but she's a crank and i know her kids want to hang with the dogs and it's a shame she's such an asshole. well some will regard me as irresponsible and crazy me included though i know despite my fear i am wishing for peace and i am good, even if i get in trouble at times trusting my instincts. it's they who favor repression who are the pariahs, regardless of how it may sometimes appear. swimming i trust will help with the negotiations.

i was born but i was an alien and the cult knew it and kicked me from the nest of civil life before i was fledged.

cloudline urge.

film silence.

from within he saw his failure in the world at the same time as his most intense self-affirmation.

in all humility we felt it better to err with the party than be right as individuals.

labile clouds

suddenly

the sky

dreams appear

your longing cannot be stilled even when your dreams are fulfilled.