i used to say i fell through the cracks, off the grid. yet i'm still in the grid being in the cracks of it. it's alright. i can't live apart. there's good stuff too. in the cracks of art. i used to be mystified, i'm still mystified in a potential way, i know more about how the grid works, it's like the proverbial meat grinder, sort of, least i don't eat animals, and i don't see myself as meat. the meat grinder treats everything as meat. the cracks are for animals to live. well something like that, it's not a plan, it's just a grid, life is improvised, otherwise, always. 

a post i'm reading says what do cracks look like? like decolonizing this place. a walk in the wrong direction. a negation and a creation. it's about not letting the world dictate to us what is meaningful. we know damn well it ain't about the money, honey. i wrote a comment to decolonize about walking in the cracks. i may get peevish from time to time but i'm going to celebrate the bear walks til we stop. you can lament change and the oppressive nature of the state, but know the state doesn't know shit about you and the true nature that persists in the cracks. 

there's something happening here. it goes directly into the song. the song changes too with time. walk five. there could be a different world because there is. it's not what they say, what they say is not what is. 

i didn't think i was going to talk about meat thus, but i think because mou hid bits of her meat around the house and then marked each one with pee. meat makes strange consumers. so, meat. being with dogs i try to think of them as omnivores but omnivores eat anything, yet they can also choose, for one cannot eat everything.

the world is full of cracks! i love that! let the cracks connect the cracks! like bear, i can dig it.