It's getting colder, and I wondered if our caterpillar is ok. All I saw was poop on the milkweed leaves, but I circled the garden and then saw the caterpillar. Musta got tired of milkweed leaves. 

 You are America, where war criminals rule the land, and hoppers live happily ever after in your garden.

 I was watching a thing on the genocide and Olive jumped into the window and pawed a bee and got a bee sting, jumped down and licked it for a spell while I caught the bee in a black bean can and released it by the fire escape door, now she's zooming room to room gawking at the starlings. 

Crossing the Red Line: Biden, His Advisors, and Israel’s War in Gaza

by Akbar Shahid Ahmed

Should I read Harriet the Spy? I never thought of it before. 

Idle know, why you're asking me? Can't you see I'm busy? 

Doing what? I thought you were always here for me? 

I am, of course, where am I gonna go? to the dump? But i'm thinking, gnome sane? I also have to think about things. 

Oh, sorry. 

Don't be. By the way, since you've interrupted my thought, I'll respond with this: Don't think about the accelerationists too much. And keep saying Palestine, even if it's but a squeaky mantra in your hamster wheel of a mind.

 sometimes i feel like i'm crazy, like i might be going crazy, like i'm gone beyond, but then i know i'm going sane, i'm getting liberated in my mind, in the insane paradigm, thus the feeling of crazy being. wait, should i tint this photograph? no, it's fine the way it is. just leave it.

 mom didn't really express trouble, what the trouble was, but she expressed anxiety. 

 i can't wait to see all of a sudden.

 Say Palestine.

 The other washtub oracle, a really good listener. Maybe I had a restless sleep but I forgot. I know I did some good dreamwork, and I hope it wasn't for naught. I'm reading a note about Accelerationism. I knew things were speeding up, but, pshew. The accelerationists supposedly have the philosophy of bringing the endtimes via capitalism. Is that philosophy, or just artificial intelligence applied to rapacious capitalism. Is it philosophy or metastasis? The accelerationists say capitalism wants to be free of humanity. God help us all. They don't know what they're doing. They don't know about life. In fact they are soulless, anti-life. We have to not give them our thought, our energy, and focus on sanity, on sustainability, on love, on life.

 Shine on, you crazy Olive. I'm reading this oral bio about Pink Floyd. It's 400+pps of And Then...

 The Truth Is Inverse. 

 Don't Say Palestine: How the Media Manufactured Consent for Genocide

-Assal Rad

Endless War and Occupation. 

 They've been saying the same lies and propaganda for generations. It's complex, you wouldn't understand. It's not complex, and everybody knows — it's zionism, it's colonialism, it's empire — it's genocide.

 Sheikh Ahmed Yassin said Israel would be gone by 2027. Inshallah.

Free Palestine.

Free Palestine.

 Everybody's somewhere between hope and despair. The regime is still powerful and dangerous, insane and genocidal. But it operates without the veneer of its own long cultivated propaganda. The veneer has corroded off. There's reason to believe the empire will end, and life will continue. 

i think about death, since i was a kid, in my imaginary, but when i think about my own actual death i get antsy. i have to breathe and think about it. olive may likely be our last cat. and the thing i'd dread awfully is getting caught in the system hooked up to a machine or something. i don't want any prolongation by extraordinary measures. i'd like to just go to sleep like a cat, with a cat. anyway i'm not getting any younger. i need to write something down.

The elite demons of violence and injustice severed the connection, destroyed the collective, colonized the common good, and normalized destruction. They tried to rule the planet by war, but humans wanted nature, wanted what was missing, wanted peace, wanted life.

 If they get rid of Trump and Netanyahu, they'll say it's all in the past. The monster is banished. Now we'll continue to build our noble and righteous democracy. 

This is the beginning of the end, of 500 years of the greatest gaslighting operation in human history — of plunder, rape, murder, and genocide — they called it civilization.

vigil.

i am a soporific rain bee. a soporific rain bee i am.

 

 never. stop. the. hustle.

 like a bird, on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, i have tried, in my way, to be free.

 i remember you although i forget your name.

 i remember people i've never met, from the dream.

 god could be a hopper, or a bee.

 Hey kids! Express yourself while you play, in a universally accessible way! Communicate! 

 do it til you're satisfied.

Caterpillar in the rain, in R.'s garden, the next day. I think they will be too late to fly to Mexico, though they are eating quite fast, yea, it seems they will have to metamorphose next spring, and we, inshallah, will still be here waiting. 

Wrong. This caterpillar, inshallah, will metamorphose into a butterfly and journey to Mexico never having been there before.

 ask yourself what you can do.

 Another day in paradise, another sign of the end times.

 Don't believe the hype, and it's all hype with Obama. It makes a big difference what you believe. Don't believe in his hope and change. He's just a war criminal and a parasitical oligarch. 

 actually i stopped reading vigil i don't think i like george saunders much and i started reading the wild silence which i think i will enjoy enormously like this caterpillar enjoys munching on a milkweed leaf.

 vigil.

 Today I got The Death of the Heart, The Love Songs of W.E.B. Dubois, Seven Years in Tibet, J. Robert Oppenheimer, Gaza Unsilenced, The Rings of Saturn, and The Last Walk. Oh, god, I remember the last walk with Mister, when he sat down and said That's it, and I carried him home.

 I think about the arc of justice and I think of Gaza. 

 In the future, the great dismal swamp will return, no one will come to be anointed by the grave simulacrum of the oligarch, and everyone will be anti-zionist and anti-genocide.

 I wondered what Julian Assange would do. Yesterday he said, I'm back. On X. What will he do on X? Maybe the belly of the corporate beast can be a portal to other things. We'll see. But just those two words, I'm back, are affirmation that the truth, and the resistance, live. 

I finished The Dead Do Not Die: Exterminate All The Brutes and Terra Nullius. Now I'm reading Vigil. It begins with a person falling from the sky, from the afterlife, reconstituting as she falls. Come to guide others to the afterlife. I'm thinking about the engineered destruction, to waht end Thought falls, like heavy water, gravity embodied, and as it falls, mist rises, air shimmering like melted sand, like window glass, mist of droplets, each an evanescing lens of light. So much of the story is an image captured forever falling, ever untold.