the bridge is a character, long and inscrutable, mute witness, generator,  strange connector. a passing place where meetings are made.

copp, i've seen it, in other countries they have high speed rail and time off and roads just for bikes--in cities! we put all our munny into stupid war for the rich.

i'll be eternally grateful. i don't have eternity enuf. i'll be eternaday grateful.

i don't care if your dead when your dead i'm coming back i didn't have enuf time goddammit and i want better teeth next time.

we struggle with the aftermath as it continues so we can't sort it out, it's an eternal war, there are no wings in the theater. i always struggled with math, even before i could count.

yeah but, we still have a chance, don't we? yeah, well, no, but that's what keeps us going, i guess.

in the bridge she says, i only think about what i want to think about. you're lucky he says. her eyes are dull. lucky she has him.

satellite transmission.

in the bridge the mancop is emo and the womancop is trauma-detached.

damn, it's nice working with you again. it's nice working with you, too.

do you like bees? i never think of bees. you should. albert einstein said without bees in four years we'll all be dead.

i have to keep affirming the affirmative, my teeth are disintegrating, it's bleak out there. what was the affirmative?

i woke at 8, two hours late, from a dream of riding with a bike pack on a highway going downhill with no breaks. hellow mrs. moon. i had no time to poop, it was raining i forgot my 'puter. now the smoke alarm and fire alarm are going off the fire department gave the all clear.

i'm not being nice, i mean it.

you always treat me the same. i'm grateful. how else would i treat you?

in a world of wonders, what signs?

so you're saying i can just relax? on acid?

the bridge is a character, it's haunting, shit happens on the bridge, the bridge is a connector.

the light from yesterday a bridge today? i think so.

this is a chance, this is a chance, to straiten my convictions.

we keep saying You never know, just as a kind of refrain. we never know What. nothing. we forgot the lyrics. it was just a stupid song.

you treat me like you always do. i really appreciate that.

you're lucky, the emo cop says. she is lucky, lucky she has him.

amygdala and blab.

silent bark.

emperor auguztus.

blab for comet.

blab for all mankind.

blaboween.

i am the emperor of leaves.

think about it will you.

watching boyhood, besides some godawful acting in early childhood what struck me sad was the scene of gushing love at the advent of obomba, sooo dated, Him still in the house, cringing with embarrassment. for americans, (the government don't care how stupid and evil they look).

apple prowling.

tunnel of backward glances.

cry for my camera baby.

language has alienated us from the senses.

pledge.

man, i feel apple drunk.

peak frustration. my shutter won't go. comet and hilde are restless and confused by my camera anger.

inside they scurry to bed. i lure them out with treats and hugs and kisses.

but i missed some good ones. maybe later.

i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at the situation.

a tear is a seed

but i'm not crying..

the question is, are they stupid or just evil. in motorized traffic on a bike the question is a luxury of reflection you can't afford. you have to assume they are stupid and evil. with government it's the same, but it's no assumption.

with government you get a deadly potent synergy of stupidity and evil that spreads like floods and burns like wildfire and annihilates like war.

ah but i can hear them say, what the fuck do you know? true, true, and i hear the retarded echo of my voice.

McPooperscooper.

i never know if it's a parody or a parody of a parody.

i said to fen, fen i said, it seems evil has grown to gargantuan disproportions and he said nah, it's been like this since biblical times. maybe that's a cold comfort, at least it means we honor certain traditions, and maybe that's a use for the bible, to make us feel we aren't any worse than the barbarians of yore.

express yourself.

the presidential debates, haha, such a tragic charade.