can they say hi?

ok bye.
 

                                                   what pom pom?

oh that pom pom. what pom pom.

 

 

 

twinge and twang and hum and om, where in the world did it ever go.

carlo and the little bear.

 the happiest meetings seem to often happen at the tail end of the walk right in front of the house.

 eric loves lulu. lulu's bonkers for eric.

 day three of the murder trial of the killer chauvin—no justice no peace. boycott, defy, defund, sanction, abolish violence workers.

 little bears of peace. peace sign drifting off the protest wall inverted on the train track embankment.

 bear over the arcade.

bear under the tracks.

have a little fun every day. it's ok, shit keeps happening, world keeps turning, ain't gone turn away.

peace vision falulu.

 

darryl loves bear and blixa's a little jealous.

and blixa,

 charlie's a water dog. she wants to enter the lagoon. i let her get her feet wet but she wants it all the way. charlie's traumatized by her early dog encounters in the building. she goes rigid and barks. i hold her in my arms in the elevator.

 

 goo'mo charlie. 12.21.20 we embarked on the age of air in the great mutation. this mutation will bring us into balance, but it will take 200 years so be patient.

 all these emails no one writes, they're generated by some algorithm that thinks it knows who i am. it takes too long to unsubscribe and it's irksome to tell them why i dint subscribe. i feel irked a lot by algorithms and i need to move my body more not just from point a to b. i'd like to be free of civilization. it sure feels intrusive, trashy and savage to me.

 

the stump where mister posed is still there. lifting charlie i remember lifting his sweet weight, his earnest calm. charlie did good too, so light. she gets me. sometimes the island felt like our own little world. soon it's going to change and we won't be able to go back. yeah everything is gonna change not just this tiny island sanctuary.

charlie and i went through the island and the meadow and back of the museum. they closed clarence darrow bridge again and painted over all the graffiti. i notice new no dogs allowed signs and dread that under obamaland control the nasty little rule will be enforced.

 i'm reading the ghosts of birds. i need to lighten up.

 everyone loves lulu. the trial of the murderer derek chauvin begins. there's little or no hope for justice in this place. i look at the memorial to the murdered by police, there are some pictures left, but george is gone. lulu wears the day of the dead carnations from last may. on the east wall every message was cut out, leaving the blue painter's tape frames, all but one—no justice no peace. i guess some of them may have vanished in the wind.

cool it now—you're gonna lose control. the center for disease control says the surge of doom is on us. 💭

 

According to secular humanism, perhaps other animals are sentient, even conscious by some measures, but they lack a sense of self, any knowledge of right or wrong. They lack a soulful mind. 

melanie challenger 

 

                                what if J is the real life Q? it feels silly to say we watched the first episode of the Q doc curious to to learn what moves these whackamoles and no more enlightened. i think what it means is nothing more than a sad glimpse into the life of lost cybersouls in the human wasteland.

once upon a time in obamaland.

 never say of anything that you have lost it but that it has been given back. is your child dead? it has been given back. "but it was a scoundrel who took it!" well, what does it matter to you by whose hands the Giver has taken it back again? while something is given to you, take care of it, as something that belongs to another, as travelers treat their inn.

                                                                                        —epictetus

 do not require things to happen as you wish, but wish them to happen as they do, and your life will be at peace.

                                                                                   —epictetus

 i don't know what it is but it seems like my sneezes and my burps are louder than ever before. my plan is no plan per se but to walk until i croak having no pension inheritance or social security.

 withdraw your aversion, then, from everything that is not in your control, and transfer it to anything in your control which is opposed to nature. -heavy. for the present, eliminate your desires completely. since, if you desire anything that is not wholly in your control, you are bound to be disappointed; while of those things which are in your control, that it would behoove you to desire, none are yet within your grasp.

                                                                              —epictetus