penny & sugar skulls. on my way to the farmers market i stop by the kid's protest memorial to get a better picture of the pink skull and then i pocket it. a few other skulls have melted or been smashed and i want to preserve this little pink one along with the little green one. when i put them together with their melted sides meeting i remember my pink and green doggy bank was the same color combination and how that feels melted side by side with the day of the dead sugar skulls and the protest memorial which looks sadder and sadder yet not as sad as nothing but cold brownish marble with a cold bronze man-ument towering in the clouds that go low and lower, all the way to ground.

thinking of manuments, how bizarre is that statue for mary wollstonecraft. at first thought it was for mary shelley, born of mary w. who then died. and i thought of the female prometheus, and frankenstein, and the bushy mound seemed like some morphologue between a mons veneris and a bulging 50's body-builder package. then that and the bizarre scene at the four seasons total landscaping. enough about that, just more american whackamole, like the upside down bible smirker at the boarded-up church. what goes on here? it's just too fucking weird. i showed renate, the figure is so oddly particular and badly made, and the bush is wild! what would mary say? so much goofy and deadly stuff is occurring you have to go back to some things, but don't obsess! you may miss something. floating awareness, or something. light like an insect, don't get caught in your own sappy amber. just think what the fuck and you're on the right path.