you're stretched very thin, you can't keep it up, and you're running out of ammo. 

The Ecocidal History of the U.S. Military – EARTH'S GREATEST ENEMY.  

 you are shocked, daily, but not surprised, really, you knew deep down it could not, would not, end well.

 You Are America, And Trump Is Your Crypto-Fascist King.

 Trump America tossed into the Lake of Fire. 

 Olive squooshed by Auntie Paige.

 Everyone is hoping for Iran to defeat the genocidal regime today.

 I will photograph the reading chair in this coyote city fenced wilderness until it disappears in the green and lapses into the ground, until the whole damned empire collapses down.

 The lake was a calm soul today. Somebody could bring a baby, and did. You could hear the stones speak.  

 

by fortune 

you will be 

not erased.

It's funny to think you could just go and join the Sandanistas. 

 From a distance after passing the missing ramp I notice this art tree and then this slowly fading green cat on the concrete rampart.

Never stop the hustle.
 

 

We must never underestimate the venally sick and twisted absurdity of the imperial wizards from this point hence. We stand in solidarity and resistance with anti-imperialists everywhere. In the spirit of love and solidarity, with all loving creatures of earth and sky. 

Cats and Hoppers for Peace

 How to love the world. Do we get an air purifier, and hermetically seal ourselves inside? How to love the world in a hermetically sealed apartment in the sky. I'll have to re-read the Thomas Pynchon story to see how it works out. Of course we're all trapped on this trajectory that was determined to be normal by the monster masters of progress, we can't step off the earth and sail to the moon for respite. We're porous, we're filters for the air of toxic progress normalized. We breathe the air of the future lost, of the animals who breathed and went extinct, we breathe the air of the lost world, until our last breath, the exhaled air we leave on.

 I remember smoke, I remember dad smoking, the acrid smell, like death inhaled, exhaled, I remember wondering why, and then I did it myself, to myself, inhaling, exhaling death, I remember the feeling now as smoke invades the apartment, the city, my lungs, my eyes, crying backwards, why, remembering how we chose to inhale, and dad died, and now we have no choice. 

 Sometimes you wake up and the air is so bad you're afraid to breathe, you have to close the windows, you fear the outside, yet it's inside already, inside your body all night, the air quality index says, pollution, poor, in this worsening factory data center wildfire air we're all fixing to die. 

 We just watched Mary Oliver: Saved by the Beauty of the World. Then we ate a good cookie.

 Word of the day, depends, or deepends. The Aprista movement in Peru during Carlos Castaneda's childhood worked like "a violent psychological break with the world of established identities so that the individual may be absorbed (reborn) into the ineffable… As people find themselves in direct touch with some extraordinary personality symbolizing the transcendent, they experience a sense of power and energy". It would be interesting to re-read the Don Juan books with the knowledge of Carlos Castaneda's biographical story.

 I remember reading A Yaqui Way of Knowledge as a kid. I knew later about the fabrications in it, but I thought of it as a hybrid work, and still as potent as anthropological truth. But now I'm reading about Castaneda's cult, and it's mind-blowing. The book is in my queue, and it's like 600 pages, so I'm sure I will be writing more when the time comes. It's so strange how things happen, and how things change.

 Through cultural brainwashing, political infiltration, and using the shield of antisemitism to guard against all criticism, Israel can kill whoever it wants, whenever it wants, wherever it wants. And it can kill them in whatever quantities it desires. Because the killers are Jews, and we can’t criticize Jews because of antisemitism and the holocaust, which, through deep cultural programming has been instrumentalized to make Jews morally untouchable. Through this weaponization of memory and elevation of unimpeachable Jewishness we end up with an inverted political morality: genocide is moral, anti-genocide is immoral.

Nate Bear

 In the time of his incarceration I wondered what Julian Assange would do if he was free. Now he's free, or no longer incarcerated at least, I wonder what he may do. What I fear is he's become a symbol of what could be done, of what was done, of what could have been done while rulers of the world continued to commit us all to the collapse. I fear the trajectory is somehow inevitable, that the corruption must continue until the empire of destruction is finally exhausted and crushed by the inexhaustible energy of nature. And then, we may be returned as the evanescent dust of perception to the galaxy.

 We watched the genocide nothing could stop. Now we watch the collapse.

 

 No one trusts you, believes you, or likes you. You are an embarrassment to humanity. Day 1056, The Architecture of Genocide. 

Stress environment, environmental stress. Sometimes it's quiet, when the machines pause. Your spirit drinks water from the air. Water is eternal, in reality. 

Starlings help calm your heart.

Living in fight-or-flight around the clock keeps cortisol flooding your system, which weakens your immune defenses, strains your heart and blood pressure, disrupts your gut microbiome, and — over enough time — physically reshapes your brain, shrinking the hippocampus (memory, emotion regulation) while the amygdala (threat detection) grows more reactive. (Brandi Morin)

 You think about the collapse all the time, but sometimes there's no more room in your head, but your heart will abide. 

 When you witness a human rights violation or a disaster, your brain registers it as a direct threat to your values, but there’s nothing you can physically do about it. Your body still gears up to fight or flee — and with nowhere for that energy to go, it just gets stuck. That trapped stress energy is what turns into learned helplessness and anxiety that never quite resolves.

Brandi Morin 

The Helplessness Loop

 Along with the data center invasion there's a Flock surveillance camera invasion happening across the forsaken country and the forsaken planet. Be that as it may, keep looking up, and have a nice rest of your day. 

 it's amazing r. has clothes from forty years ago and mine wear out in four. 

We're on another planet 

On another planet 

Doin' the new world wave 

Doin' the new world wave 

Oh goddamnit 

I'm reaching out to you 

I'm reaching out to you 

Doin' the new world wave 

Doin' the new world wave 

Recalling all the details 

Recalling all the details 

Of the new world wave 

Of the new world wave.

The New World Wave, 

Lambchop

Oh, the weaker souls 

The weaker souls 

The weaker souls 

Are ready. 

Weakened, 

by Lambchop.

 Humans are lonely for connection. Song of the Day, Andrew Jackson Asshat, Lambchop.

 

 I finished Triage and I liked it in the beginning but it strayed with pictures of art couches and dialogue on stilts. I picked up Lapvona today. I wondered if I had read it before. If I read the hardback by the time the paperback comes out I might have deleted it from my memory, but I think it's new to me, either way. 

 Undercover Olive.