I tried to take a Samhain cat nap wishing I could nap thinking I wish I was a cat and then I felt a cat walking on the bed but when I looked no cat was there but I still felt cat footsteps around me. I was sure I did not sleep but it was an hour later. I thought maybe Bourgeois Coldness was too academic for my concentration, or the language for my brain, academic, not arcane, and I started Frankenstein and that sounded arcane, and I'm going to put it back in the little library, anyway I got The Rhyl Poster in the bath and I keep drawing my mind back, thinking of the cat and other things, and I think it's not always the book, it's me. Suddenly I ask what time and R. says 5:22 and I've been soaking an hour. My soles are puckered. I emerge and R. says You've got the life and I wonder what happened to the crocheted bee from the farmers market I gave Olive last week and we look all over and it's mysteriously vanished and finally R. finds it secreted in a dark corner under the dining room bookcase, because Olive couldn't make it fit under the radiator. She acts like, That thing? Boring. Ok now I'm hungry.

Who's the creepiest demon in the demon elite? Besant, Blinken, Kamala, Obama, Miller, Vance, Netanyahu, Musk, Rubio, Trump, Hegseth, Blanche, Lutnick, Kennedy, Biden, Wiles, or Kushner? 

Kushner, hands down, if I have to pick just one.

 They're still looking for a Delcy Rodriguez. 

-Alistair Crooke

Their plan is insane.

-Chris Murphy

 We believe the ignorant artificial intelligence zionist empire will collapse soon. We pray along with all of nature and sentient life.

Grieving Figure, Burning Song

Kali Malone

Now I go to the farmers market for kale and apples. See you soon.

 Song for Samhain morning, Palestine Lament No. 3 by Yorgos Lanthimos

 An old friend who got a lot of my old art works went into a place and has no room and now I'm offered some back and I have no room and they're old work the past embodied and I already have a lot and no room for and in the end I'm winnowing out with time everything I have so in the end no one else is burdened and someday in the end I'll leave with nothing and be a good old spirit traveling light.

 I was wrong about The Director, it's interesting, I'm reading about a film G.W. Pabst is making in Nazi Germany and I want to watch it butI don't know if it's real. I think I was just tired. I'm enjoying seeing all the skeletons come out. I think the skeletons should keep coming out. 

Did you say something?

Yeah, I said Pssst. 

I knew I wasn't going crazy, that's what I thot.

 Hiya, hiya, hiya! Howaya? Welcome to the hood! Trick or treat, Haha! It's me, Death! 

 A neighbor says she has a leaf bug on her porch and worries it'll get eaten not being like a leaf on a tree and it's green anyways and I guess it can't change like the leaves so it's cover is blown and I say maybe you can take it in for the winter but that's absurd and she says she wants to get an axiotl which I can't picture which she says the saliva of cures breast cancer but it's still being tested. 

 We're tired of hearing about Trump, Trump is just the latest thug of the empire. Try to vote the way out of the empire of destruction. Nah, it just has to collapse of it's own stupid hate.

There is no possible redemption for the genocidal Zionist entity, nor for the genocidal Zionist American empire. There's no switch to turn off this machine.

 Halloween parade, '26. I hope these kids will be Anti-Zionist, Anti-Empire protesters in the future. God bless them, hallelujah. 

 I noticed this Fuck Trump dumpster and the Evil Elon dumpster truck parked next to it, I don't even know if that's a legal parking space, probably not. When I took the picture the dumpster truck flashed at me like a wink, or warning. 

 Olive watching the tuckpointers the day before halloween '26.

 Remember now when we're still here.

 

Shelby and Uncle Dug at the beach. Shelby's had a strange life. Years ago she couldn't walk, then she went back to the shelter, recovered, was adopted, then mysteriously returned to the shelter, then re-adopted by Jasper and family. Now she is near the end, but still happy, still sweet, still Shelby.

 Happy Halloween, R & O.

 I want to finish The Director. I thought it would be more compelling. It's creepy but ordinary, like the present. The past changes us like memory changes the past changes and so on. I found Fugitive Pieces in Sara P.'s free library but I just want to let it set with Frankenstein while I read Bourgeois Coldness and await in the library distance Rhyl Poster and Late Fame.

 Georgia brought R. this R. but R. said we don't have room for that R. but we can take a picture said I.

 Olive's Darling Starling. Olive woke in the dark and lay on my chest. I said Let's sleep a little longer and she lay by R.'s feet. 

 Happy to meet Jasper and Shelby at 57th Street Beach. 

 Brackenbox Roll Off Service Fuck Trump Dumpster and Evil Elon Dumpster Truck.

bluefish and j2 aquaboot.

 

 Hallelujah, seven white mice under the radiator, hallelujah.