counterweight.

 and he's buy-yuy ing the sta-air way to heav-un.

 burnt mercedes at the comfort station behind the museum by lake shore drive.

 viril on the music bridge, lagoon, and 3 obamacranes looming.

 advantage, sinner man.

stay in your own damn lane, dog.

 

 renegades is an absolute joke. it's them against us.

good grief and holy smokes.

 

 i was thinking about a new lens but i found out from harry oh there's a way to make the old lens stronger by digital tele-converter. these are the first pictures with that. i can see the far end of the obamachron clearly now. 

 we hear a drumming circle on the midway, and kestrel calls. we hear the yips of coyote early in the morning, but i have such a sense of dread. i hope something else is happening besides the mindless war. we've got so separated in the competition, feeding the rich. we've been taught it's our nature, to get it while you can, to kill for it. we've been raised on big lies—can people get together and change their minds?

oh i wisht i could nap like penny cat.

 so long, mister lovelock. james lovelock died on his 103rd birthday.  gaia is a self-regulating community, but what if the community is destroyed? at 101 he said the biosphere of gaia is down to the last 1% of it's lifespan, like lovelock. 

imprisoner of the park. the obamachron. 

 one of the sickest things i saw this week, along with the daily dose of offense and outrage of the land grab obamachron, was the pope in an indigenous feathered headdress. then there's that paramount picture of war capitalism, the warlord capitalist/fascists zelenski and zelenska en vogue.

 some clouds over the obamachron.

 benny on historic stony island boulevard at ahistoric obamachron.

 Lying is a bit like cancer. It might start small, with one problematic piece. But if not addressed, it quickly metastasizes and can destroy everything. In many ways, that’s what is happening today with our nation.

Wayne Hsiung

pulling private property from the public 

is progress to the patriarchs.

fraud is destroying the world.

 by this time it will be indubitably obvious to even the most casual observers i have developed a morbid fascination with the metastasizing obamachron. should i not get a longer lens in order to delve more deeply into this burgeoning debacle? do i and does this monumental land grab not deserve a closer witness? 

chicago not in shikaakwa.

 another brilliant idea by the city that works. casinos, drag racing in the loop and rubber duckies in the river. the city is like one giant funhouse brain offloading wacky projects. 

gather ye nectar while ye may.

we see them in their dementia and power and we resist in our minds as we are abject and powerless in the forsaken country. 

 The next war in Europe will be between Russia and fascism, except that fascism will be called democracy.

Fidel Castro

 after the post i read on afterlife accounts of social media someone said a friend who died set his account to auto-generated messages daily after death. i had never heard of this. is it true? is it creepy, or intriguing? both, i reckon. is it based on the friend's own account, or is it just some auto-generated computer ghosting? maybe i'll ask harry o.

 i'm still shy like i was as a boy. i was always rather fearful of people, not like they would hurt me, but like not knowing what to say, or who i am in relative terms. i haven't been anyplace but the beach the store and the doghouse for ages. once i hid between the garage and the fence for hours waiting for the party to be over in my own apartment.

 it is with a heavy heart i bring you sad news of the obamachron. the trauma builds. 

 it is with a heavy heart i bring you sad news of the obamachron.

 cuba's not a terror state but u.s. is.

 wow. did you know that thirty million f-book users are dead? and by like 2072 the dead will surpass the living? i wonder if the dead users tune in to new posts? and maybe the ghost transmits something back. i've thought about the media presence as a portal, and a true portal would work both ways. i like the idea of the blog as a place where the dead may mingle with the living and the living with the dead.

 since i am eating salad now i hate to say i think that lulu ate the putrescence of the snake.

 when you die how long do you stick around on social media?

 word of the day: hypnopedia— learning in sleep.

 

you may find yourself lost in thought today. 

duke riley, the poly s. tyrene memorial maritime museum.

 

 if i remember i just remember fragments of dreams. in dreams i probably don't remember waking. last night i dreamed i was walking in a built world of abutments and concrete structures and couldn't find my way. i turned around and saw a long rectangular pool and as i was walking around it i felt the surge to jump in and resisted too late. i was carrying a cloth briefcase with my laptop and books inside. i looked with dread and saw the books were miraculously dry, and i thought maybe the laptop will also be dry, but i hesitated to try.

 this morning i read about earth as a school. there's an emergency at the earth school. the connection was weak and kept dropping out. it's come back now.

my head, a collage.

 

i don't want anyone to get hurt, but wherever he goes he wreaks havoc (he's a renegade, after all), and people do get hurt. two fire trucks were at the obamachron site in the afternoon storm. maybe it was nothing but a false alarm this time, idle know, but mother nature or human hubris gonna trouble the obamachron.