pray let us please be ordinary beings yet we cannot be. every sniffle every sneeze every small symptom is the global disease.

and as soon as i fall awake i look at the numbers that drop in my sleepless state
the drop at the edge, teetering in precarious place, the space of my feet, and the giddy fall up

every afternoon i fall asleep
at the same time i fall awake

america is a broken supply chain. america is a failed state. americans fear the corporate empire as other host countries do.

steve's healing tower.

steve is recovering from his death dance with coyote on his healing tower with his anti-licking koan. he actually wanted to go outside but his better angels—i.e. the vet, convinced him to rest and leave the territory to coyote for the time being. i wonder how his his wanderlust will alter after this escapade. stay tuned for further chronicles of steve.

i hope the giraffes survive and we never return to normal.

daffy-lu in the train arcade.

come to daffy, lu.

chalk line bird.

Patriarchy is Pandemic, but.

[t]he Coronavirus has done what A Day Without Women could not: it’s brought the world’s economy to a shuddering halt.                                                -Rebecca Gordon

while we're still biden time's assault with the sick fuck trump and the death toll continues to rise—bernie looks better and better every day.

in the land of death and denial

the s.f.trump industrial average is up ↑ 10,962 (6.69%) today. there's a ghost in the attic and stars fall from the ceiling.

now it's unreal and it's getting more unreal yet some things are real and they're getting more real and there is nothing normal anymore and it was always unreal to me and abnormal and oddly now it seems we can have a normal life and real knowing that the world that was proposed endlessly ubiquitously was abnormal and unreal and life in that world was a kind of walking death.
now thank you r for walking me and mister. mister loves r. the first minute now years ago. it's always now when he sees her and she he kisses so happy.

Among advanced countries, the United States has long stood out as the land of denial and death. It’s just that we’re now seeing these national character flaws play out at a vastly accelerated rate.

                                                                                                                                 -Paul Krugman

green dome.

a moment later when i take a picture of the next drawing he gets lost and starts running to find me. i get sad, but we both get sad when i loop him on the leash, i know i need to sometimes but i want to keep him free as long as possible. after we reconnect he's excited and dances next to me, then on the next corner i see why the fire truck was there this morning—somebuddy crashed into an iron-barred window.

There can be times when we get so angry with someone that we find ourselves imagining ways to kill them. Remember, however, that the thoughts you've just had are energetic creations. In order to keep yourself from having to take part in the rebalancing of energy, it is important to release the person and the thoughts into the care of the universe with forgiveness. Say the words, I Release the Sick Fuck Trump into the Arms of the Universe. Repeat often, as long as His Pandemic Reign of Terror lasts.

the trump jones average is up ↑ 15,071 (10.54%)

cat falu.

can you see the coyote? i saw her but probably long after she saw us. and lulu never saw her. i'm quite sure the coyote could spy us without us ever knowing, but i feel the coyote linger and make contact. she paused and looked straight into my eyes before silently floating through the saplings and reeds. the coyotes in the neighborhood will know us.

up dat steve today. isn't it odd we get reduced to our wounds? what it takes to heal. those striations are claw marks of coyote. i wish old steve could tell the tale of how he got free.

    i may go a little corona crazy dancing round 
the flat in my grey underwear 
          but it's really just to keep r and the cats entertained 
gnome sane
    we saw some horsies       idle know if lulu ever saw them before 
but i seem to recall 
 a whole       line of horses parked under the train 
       for popo training exercises
      then we saw comet & hilde and mary but
 we dint wan encroach so
                      turned south whereupon
 i sed to lu let's go down that creepy sorta alleyway
                      where the graffiti and the overhanging 
        branches and the dispossed 
                             containers and the booful weeds grow
                       lulu kept a lookout for my crazy self 
  and then we saw coyote peeking 
through the dry reeds
            below the iron tracks 
                    after she saw us and lulu 
                                                      so learnestly vigilant hadn't a clue
 

this pandemic is profit driven. 
starve the state, expand the margin, reduce the commons, increase privatization, 
elevate market over people, extract profit by engineered disaster, vivisect life, eliminate social environmental protections, disregard people as disposable. 
the sft is the apotheosis of the neoliberal agenda, i.e. evil. 
can there be any greater expansion before collapse? any more absolute absence of care, 
any greater contempt for ecology, than the neoliberal pandemic?

don't talk about your symptoms i got my own i'm trying not to talk about you might be asymptomatic you might be casual i don't know about you i'm trying to understand myself i know we're all connected scared there's nothing common distance yourself your need is well untoward there's no common cold that is to say that's the trouble with normal it's pandemic. 

did you know urchin means hedgehog? sea hedgehog, street hedgehog. i knew a girl once that said she was called a hedgehog and it meant she was ugly, but hedgehogs are so cute, as are urchins. love them. but she had barbs and if you stepped around her be careful for she had poisonous barbs and would not be confused with cute if you like hedgehogs and urchins.

my urchin smiles. i put r.'s urchin in my glasses case with a paper towel and made it safely to mister's head and it did not fall nor did he flip it to catch a snack but when i got back it was crumbles in my case and i crestfallen post haste confessed as i know it will be a lot worse to feel guilt and hide truth and there was no way i could possibly put humpty urchin back together again and r. said whatevs it's fine urchins are so delicate.

we're not going to pet the doggie today ok, and oh i start to shuffle toward to shuffle him away sorry he doesn't social distance i reprobate should have anticipate but dogs arnt carriers or maybe right vectors sigh did you make the rainbow no the bunnies yes i got a picture with mister good work on the house kid the kid i see all the time with dad on way to school one eye with a critter patch under cat's eye glasses.

sink and sky.