they've been real patient with me.
fell asleep on my flip phone, woke up at 4 from a dream on a train, trash landscape, dogs, someone said you are like bach without the talent or the problems. i don't know why i bother writing that, or what it means, how am i like bach, did bach have problems?
anyhoo, the cats are fine. the birds started before i woke up. in darkness. maybe they don't sleep much either.
i got indictus today, i put aside radical wilderness for optic nerve, i put aside optic nerve for the besieged city, becoming dr. seuss is waiting at the liberry, i got a log jam of books and i keep drifting on, watching moodies and dreaming.
i'm glad it's friday and the weekend is here with just mister and maybe memorial day too. i don't like any holiday with a flag in it. i saw the h.s. marching band at he old track south of the new track the obomba fundation cut all the trees illegally to build, halted. i did not like the sight of kids growing up to war making music about the dead you never see, memorial music made to continue war we never see for country that doesn't exist.
jasper comes up and i pet him and he paws my hand and shakes his head and spit flies in my eye, inadvertently, why am i awake, it's too fucking late to read the besieged city, and the birds and the cats want to start the day.
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