after the evil start with the leash nazi i needed the tumult, the lovely sea grean and blue, the crush of white, the churning of boulder and concrete waste into pebbles, like my old rock polisher that calmed me and ma made crazy.

i really like that iceberg slim, i gotta read his masterpiece, i mean he was fucked-up by the culture but so smart he could resort to fiction and rap.

oh my darling hilde you are so soft and sweet and obstinate girl.

love holds the head above water.

soft bark.

south paw south side.

you ever have the feeling of, you know, translation, comet?

yes i do not no what you mean.

well, i was thinking about murakami, how his head was too full of japanese so he wrote with a fountain pen in english, then translated it back into japanese, and then it was more his voice, neutral.