the ducks are happy as clams today swimming on the midway. you can't see them cuz this was yesterday. it was a wetland, now it's a grass pond, deep enough to paddle in. i'd like to be a duck, or a lilliputian in a lilliputian canoe. 
i was wondering why people make dogs of their own design yet they don't make them to live long. i guess there's no profit in longevity, and in a financial system thinking runs in fiscal cycles of regeneration. boom. there's money in death for the dealers. there's boom even in bust. boom goes the thunder. closer. closer. it's in my chest. light a candle in my heart, lightning. crack my soul with electric light. i guess i'm lucky to be dry for a couple hours writing this rumble rumble before the next inundation. boomcrack. poor comet will be quivering.