i'd hoped the evil bitch cop would be elsewhere warm eating donuts but she was in her big ass metal cocoon peering malevolently in the park again. i put the long lead on and cursed the bitch. i found montaigne in the alley and took the leash off as soon as the bitch went by. then in open produce copp was going up to a fearful woman and it was ok beause we talked and i know she doesnt hate me and she mentioned she had labs and shephards growing up. i said shephards are highly strung and one bit me. then i realized the woman who entered and was listening was the very one who's dutch shephard bit me. so bizarre, i Never see her. i wonder what she was thinking. people are fucking strange. after the bite she never said a word to me again. that was quite boring. oh, hell, that's my life. boring and dangerous. i was like a real oldie on the ice today. scared and tired. the winter and then the police state. wow.

yesterday everything leaked. i got blue dream lemon haze, but it was still bleak out. i got the crying of lot 49 back and passed it off to another friend who was reading beowulf and i told him there's another from the monster's view, grendel, and he said man it's no different today now the monster is the technological state.

i read a conversation from arundhati roy and john cusack that was heartening but sad too cuz the mass of us just want war.

she has the same last name as copp.

i thought about that nasty little cop but she must have been busy molesting others.

my feet wet and my hands and my butterfly brain cringing and indrawn i saw mister so frolicky and actually smiled.