i was in an apartment in new york the tenant was gone i was playing host to strangers. i'd just scored a bag of weed but i didn't know if they were cool so i woke at 456 now it's 602. i don't know if it wasis see's candies or anxieties. i dreamed of being pulled after squirls etc. of being ineffectual on the planet etc etc. somewhere in the background i heard the screams of the dead rising, of lynching sounds, of selling souvenir parts, of laughing etc. there was a movement to leave america for the ugly white supremacy. there was a movement to keep america beautiful, to make america great, again, again, there was a wish stay among the living large and it's still going on. everybody wants to be native to this stolen place.