here's to that sick couple fucks on wooded island yesterday. it's you who are irresponsible and doubleplusungood. ta ta. 
woke thinking about when the passed by us exiting the island. when i held mister back i should have let him go interact with the rest of the group. in my mind i see him wagging happily over there just near the haters, see them see a good responsible dog free of the leash acting naturally. i hope through their hate and ignorance they had a glimmer of perception.
thinking about s. and how her sister psychologist droned on about politics which she can't bear and i say you got to watch these psychologists and i too abhor politics and have zero investment in the criminal state but sick fucks abound in the disunited hates and i got to rebuff them on the page and in the face, nome sane. no, i got no investment in the politics of hate, but i'm deeply invested in life, and sick fucks do abound on the path or in the state.  then i can be natural again, and open to the light on the water and the breeze in my mind, and the conscious loving souls i find.