just before the storm we stopped under this fantastic cottonwood tree for six pix. a giant waterspout was seen five miles out on the lake. i get really angry at this country and i know it's absurd. the forces that anger me would annihilate me like a bug, and they don't give a fug for bugs, they round em up for slaughter at a picnic where they roast the succulent animals, and my big anger is a gnat, less than that. it's funny when you consider. we could easily be dead, and in our great freedom we complain. we malcontents, we little tiny american anarchists, tee hee.