Lulu had loose stool outside Booth business school. Sorry, business kids.

 in a simpler time.

 There was more I could have said, and I could have said it differently.

 sign.

 song of the day i don't know.

 thanks be for indeterminacy and the overdetermined reverse cloud factory.

 What do you think I'm doing? I'm brushing the circle, man. What's it to you?

 what remains.

 you could be anything.

 2001, twenty some years on.

 crosses, spires, smokestacks, fires, all in the distance. 

 god bless our indeterminacy, for without that, where would we be?

 i found the song of the day like a trinket buried in the dirt. darn that dream. 

 for my whole life i try to be forthright.

 i look at this and think if god didn't exist.

 I'll say it wasn't me, but if it wasn't me it'd have been somebody else. 

 is sphere his real middle name? from his mom? or he made it up?

 light pole and another. forked path. manhole cover. underground.

 lonely cube of styrofoam makes me think of shuggie.

 we're running out of time. no, we're not. we got nothing but time. yes, we are. you're obsessed with time. no, i'm not, you are.

Oligarchs don't care for democracy. 

 I don't like death and destruction. Death and destruction is the way of empire. The only way it'll change is collapse. Life is good, not just a slogan on a t-shirt. Death is hard, and the business after death is complicated and expensive, but it's a lot cheaper than life in assisted living. We're going to see what happens, knowing it couldn't go on the way it was.

 on the way home from the graveyard i thought, the tower obamachron looks like a gravestone for sure.

 

i can't get pictures from my phone or computer. i'm helpless on technology. i wonder what i'll do when the whole system collapses. we went to the graveyard and it was good, i think we'll move sepp and trudy there, and when we visit we'll be part of the community. 

p.s. finally, i got the picture!

 We tortured some folks, but we're not going to put that in big letters on a tower in a stolen park, that would be stupid.

 You are America, unencumbered by natural law, ready to seize the indigenous land that transcends you. 

 They're building a data center the size of Central Park out by the federal prison in Joliet. 1.8 gigawatts, enough to power the whole city. We're talking a tsunami of data that will bury humanity. You are America, ha ha.

 You are America. Unencumbered by consumption, habit, and needless clutter. 

 You are America. Oh, thank you dude. God bless you and your dog too.

 Torture and genocide. Who is really alive in the empire of artificial intelligence and death? It's the day after the advance release of the torture and genocide report. You are a commodity. But you are human. You can't turn it off. Thing is, is AI smarter than the AI corporations? Will AI help us shut down the empire? Don't bet on it, you may be a thinking reed, but for now you're still an imperial commodity. But you are still human, even the dead are still human. As the empire cracks who knows where the revolution will arise.

Wake up and find out that you are the eyes of the world. I've had that song in my head since we drove to the graveyard on Saturday morning flashback.

 

 H.G.R. at the graveyard. 

 Sons-a-bitches. Gotta work on Sunday for the Oligarch in the Park.

 Working on this postage stamp land grab, I'm just too tired to think about the rest of the world.

 The renegade flag of the Obamachron.

 Graveyard tree. Compare the ranting tweets of Trump with the last rants of Hitler.

 I dread the thought of what will happen if Iran is destroyed and the Epstein regime succeeds.

If you think that you are free it just means you haven't reached the end of your leash.

 

 Why do you keep bringing up Epstein in this context?

The supplement adds itself, it is a surplus, a plenitude enriching another plenitude, the fullest measure of presence. 

But the supplement supplements. It adds only to replace. 

It intervenes or insinuates itself in-the-place-of; if it fills, it is as one fills a void. 

If it represents and makes an image, it is by the anterior default of a presence. 

The sign is always the supplement of the thing itself. 

The supplement will always be the moving of the tongue or acting through the hands of others. 

In it everything is brought together: Progress as the possibility of perversion, regression toward an evil that is not natural and that adheres to the power of substitution, that permits us to absent ourselves and act by proxy, through the hands of others. Through the written. 

This substitution always has the form of the sign. The scandal is that the sign, the image, or the representer, become forces and make "the world move". 

Blindness to the supplement is the law. 

-Jacques Derrida