mr. fen provides little help on election day.

but he's a sensitive listener. fen, i speak, i'm not sure out loud or sub-lingua, i'm confused; Neoliberal nazi zionist or Earth first? i'm just being flip, i'm just being snide, i know that's not the choice. i know i'm better off with the dogs and i'm not swift at satire but i'm out here abstaining with the dogs where i belong. i can't help the blog though. i'm only human.

i was in the library saying it's always grim and grey on election day and sunny funerals, knowing that's untrue and imaginary.

then cardell came in and said you know who you look like? karl marx? i said. no, no, that abolitionist guy, john brown! cool i said that guy really rocked the vote.

fen hesitated, fen was ambivalent. i said fen you can change directions, you just can't change your horse, nm.

anyway, this boy is mine by divine election (part-time).