yesterday i was rolling my jeans up and walking in the lake wishing for sorts. today my ears were aching from the cold wind. adam's I Am Permanent tablet is already disintegrated or stolen and th lovely purple cannabis sativa leaf whitewashed. i'm reading about the spanish discoverer of the synapse, what's his name.

bliss, though i was miserable at dad's. he was in an evil government exchange program and later tried to madison avenue the evil mayor goode's reputation after burning people in philadelphia. i said i hated mom and was going to live with dad and he got a bigger apartment and i balked and ran home tail between legs withering.
well he worked for evil companies and he fucked over some in the familial way, but he said goode was an idiot and later bush and bush II as well as clinton and the whole evil system so in the end he was almost a man after my own heart, if he'd lived long enough we could have been fellow travellers. it's a long road from a young nixon republican to natural anarchist, which does despite obomba give one hope for at least the possibility for change.