it's a dark day indeed. copp bit my thumb as i wiped his neck down. in a dark world this snuffs my little light. even if it's inadvertent, it's violence. confusion. 
i drank in my dream last night. my core awareness is of a horrible depravity in humanity. i want to get blotted out with drugs or alcohol, because this world is nasty. 
we walked in circles round the yacht pond, me and two fellow travelers and their dogs. one, an artist anarchist and the other a union organizer who made his first wildcat strike at 19. this was balm to my soul. we talked about liberals and i said the ones who blow with the wind yet never make waves and he said those were liberal capitalists, a clear distinction. the capital head must always rule the liberal heart in a corporate demockrisy. 
copp just came to me contrite. i say see my hand? i'll never hurt you. please, i love you, never bite me. but i know i will be wary, that love is not without its fierce aspect, its confusion. in an aberrant culture, aberrant behavior happens.