looks like massive smoke on the western horizon. my feet may slowly heal, but now the fungus is in my palms. fear of being taken over. extends to the neighborhood. fear of obomba and the land grabbers taking over. there's so much money being generated. we will hate obombaland utterly. already the streets are congested with angry motors. obombaland will be a hateful rich enclave. there will only be tourists and exploiters like obomba and ram mac. we too will have to flee. but i can't leave mister. the days on earth grow more toxic and desperate and this is the future now.