i know i keep featuring the same snow kid they are just too cute and have lots of things to say. the word of the day is fulvous. i read that just after reading sarah's n.y.times front page on the elevator coming back from dropping the envelope with rent thankfully not on the ground like my therapy envelope and reading read that the sick fuck trump is still moaning about the cases that are killing him. maybe he's not so orange. orange cats are natural orange. orange is wonderful and the potus is putrescent. so is he perhaps fulvous? tawny? butterscotch? any appellation other than the sick fuck trump—which conjures the spectre without the image—is too good, but i think provisionally i'll deem him that. although it's usually applied to birds or fungi, and he's nowhere near as good. in fact he's just plain no good for anything. good for nothing ho. i just want to redeem orange as a color and a fruit.