Undercover Olive.

free the world from the world view that we're all expendable. 

 

 

Somehow, during the genocide, they're building a library in Gaza.

Netinyahoo joins the Board of Peace. The end of the world is nigh.

 

Day 860 of the Gaza genocide.

 

 that's how it goes. remember that novel, trump sky alpha, about trump in a blimp floating over an obliterated landscape? that seems like fiction now. it couldn't be real, everybody knows.

 

 everyone sends depends to the white house now. 

 the followers of the following of the following day.

 the following day.

 i found boone. should i contact. it's been so long. what would we say. there's a slightly frazzled compulsive frisson attending. it's no big thing, whether i do or don't, i suppose.

 Here's to Bud Cort. I saw Cat Stevens' post for Bud this morning. Cat's music for Harold and Maude is the best. And Hal Ashby. And Ruth Gordon. My uncle's boyfriend Boone Lodge was the double for Bud in the movie. He did the drowning scene. I lost track of Boone after grandma Rose died. He bought a mountain spring for a song and started bottling the water. I might try to look him up. Also while I'm remembering I saw Cat Stevens in high school. I went with Tammy, subbing for my brother who just broke up with her for Missy. She cried while Cat sang. 

that guy's a real lutnick, gnome sane.

not exactly, but i think by now i get your general drift.

 nobody's perfect. just to say. i saw they put some gaudy pictures of the city on the wall under the train tracks where there used to be a sign saying the number of dead in gaza so i figure genocide joe's alter may be sacrificed soon. i got enough posts therefrom by now already but i'll be sad to see it go, not him. i'm so surprised it stayed this long. i think it has a certain elan, a specific subversive power, and it will linger in many minds i reckon, even if folks barely noted it in passing peripherally. the rock that says death i pilfered from the rock snake around the corner is still there too. i know how powerless people feel in the oligarchy now and i treasure the small acts and images of resistance and subversion of the death cult status quo.

 i feel sick when i think of the ice thugs. i try not to think of the ice thugs. when i'm not even thinking of the ice thugs the ice thugs invade my mind. 

Will The Circle Be Unbroken

I was standing by the window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
To carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye Lord bye and bye
There’s a better home a waiting
In the sky Lord in the sky

I said to the undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For that body you are carrying
Lord I hate to see her go

Well I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in that grave

I went back home Lord that home was lonesome
Since my mother, she was gone
All my brothers and sisters crying
What a home so sad and alone

 it was hot in t's room. she was tired. i opened a window. she sat up to eat a little bag of popcorn and wanted to lie down again. she didn't want a visit. we said we'll try again tomorrow. i noticed the note that said we'll see you tomorrow on her bedside table was gone. 

 it's atomised but it's also a global palestine. against empire. thank you for your lifework michael parenti. 

 our sweet baby olive palestine, 2.11.2026, 11:12am.

 i had a couple little humiliating dreams, one i remembered, one i forgot. what happens when you feel humiliation? it's hardly a thing, you move on, but it lingers back where it happened, hiding in wait. actually i was going to say i think i might want to see an ozu film again. the lingering gaze of his camera, reminding us of something we could easily miss these crazy days. 

 democracy for oligarchs.

Have you read this tract? What does it say? 

Location, location, location. I'm paraphrasing.

 

 I listened to Danny Haiphong and Justin Podur talk about Iran, and zionism, and Chomsky and Epstein, then a zoom on surviving genocide in Palestine, then I walked Lulu and came upon our friend Clyde the cat who lost a leg in a dog attack. Any time now the genocidal empire may try to destroy Iran as the genocide in Palestine goes on. Whither hope.

 if i must die is a call to the living.

 we have to ask, who are these people? what is it though, what will we see. we have to look back on everything we thought we knew. 

but it's never bygone. there are so many epsteins out there. 

 

 as soon as the u.s. hits iran, iran will hit israel. finally, the genocidal empire will self-destruct. 

 People are tired of the wars, and the killer elite doesn't care. They love to kill and make money killing people. They live to kill. It's an endless party of war and destruction. Why am I here? I'm here for you. Please take me for your toy.

curling? are you crazy? anyway, i thought you were boycotting the olympics.

well part of me is boycotting the olympics, but if i wasn't watching curling, i'd probably really go crazy.

 

aimé cesairé said fascism is colonialism turned inward. dear god, what am i doing here?

 if it were a puzzle and you put it together you wouldn't be satisfied that it was done as it wasn't. so you go back up to the window to ponder again, passing on the stairs quietly the neighbor who looks at you that disconcerting way and yes affirming to oneself it's still a mystery, it's still happening in a very strange way and coincidentally i found the book the zone of interest after we saw the film the zone of interest and i started reading it last night and may have dreamt about it i don't know but i can't help seeing the site below as a zone of interest knowing of course it's not a concentration camp but still the past you know continues us. the stones in the eradicated women's circle garden will be echoed in concrete. yes the past. always buried again. always with us. always present. the zone is the zone.

 hum, what was it i said to her when i left the kitchen? i said something like ok, i'm going back to the bedroom now, i'll see you soon. after i finished my cup i came back and she was sitting just as she was, looking at me. she was like it was so real it was almost like being there. oh, i gleaned that from somewhere else. i should attribute it. olive be like yes i'm still here i'm in a trance i'm in. you know what, there is no time per se. only our perception. 

it was so real it was almost like being there.