the UN is talking of 50 Million climate refugees in the next few years. where is refuge? where? meanwhile the evil maw of sweet charly scowled and slathered and clowered behind her garish made-up visage at me this a.m. again and i see in a millisecond how hate and prejudice and unworked trauma engender many mirrors of the same illness (i know her child died violently, my sympathy down under my anger would rise if she could only be open and kind, but that will not be.)

comet and planet punkin.