lots of gunshots in the park last night. my brain is like a cottonhead with a boll weavil or two. the automation book wasn't edgy so i dropped it and i'm into the iceberg slim biography. my head feels consistent if conspicuously vacant with the gray surround, the lake becalmed, i felt inertia, copp tried to climb my back. we walked with lily and mom and i started talking about moving off grid and i sure said too much, such a contrast fro her life, anyway i had already said laughing i'm an anarchist last time so she knew and anyway her dog's an anarchist too. but shit, just think, if we could divest in? from? war. so what if it's a dream. i may go too far for most, i may in fact be untenable, but im not the only one, as lenin said, or lennon rather, any non-participation in the war economy is a good good thing.

copp and asteroid.

cruddite.

effulgent.

elephant on landing.

patrick articulates how it is he swims with one arm to jean while copp swims on. um, this morning while i'm distracted with other dogs copp makes his way into a party in the point house in a very civilized manner and no chaos ensues.