i was thinking, do those Patriot cars kill more readily, or is it just a benign nostalgia evoking name. we went to the wooded island which is not gonna be a sanctuary no more but a human garden. control, ahh. the leader of the free world won't come back "home" but his lieberry will, and in this way continure the empire humbly and horticulturally. the conquest has many fronts. so we return tom the lake which will remain wild, but soon walled. ok i get it the theme is not nature but still human dominion. one day we'll put the dirty wars behind us and relax in the garden.

eric said copp you're so inspiring and i said isn't he? put your forehead on his and feel the energy, i do it all the time and i think we switch brains, but mine always reverts to the hominid and needs be continually renewed.

which is no trouble at all. and i suppose i must take care to retain enough human qualities to navigate the human construct.

we always see signs curb your dog, no swimming, na na, but never, do not have shootouts in the children's park.

anyway if bernie got in with the fat cats he'd like nafta hafta serve the inscrutably enlightened cause of empire.

the downside of becoming a dog is you can't blog, well you can get a human to do it, but you are so present you forget all your profound thoughts before you reach the apparatus. i'm trine ta write em down more, but then they feel less profound. is this a conundrum? this picture was a little hideout and bathroom yesterday and now it's a place of safety and transparency.