i sing a song nervously to calm our nerves and lily checks me continuously. i feel her thinking, it's ok, man, you don't have to sing a nervous song.

crows and seabirds.

copp covers the waterfront.

is bold still a euphemism for short-sighted?

i felt nervous all day.

copp got a bee-stung paw.

in these days of wars and rumors of wars--haven't you ever dreamed of a place where there was peace and security, where living was not a struggle but an endless delight?

of course you have. so has every man since time began..always the same dream..

thanks, my fuzzy golden bear.

the body's a container, drinking and peeing or crying, the heart's a vessel, sunk to it's keel.

i guess i'm a jerk. i don't know if there is a consensus, but i was told that on the corner this morning. she softened it by saying she too is a jerk. i said maybe it's a good thing, i move by instinct and not by code. the one example she cited i asked why. she said he's a monarchist. and i'm an anarchist so that solves that. it wasn't a revelation. i feel what is unsaid and try not to interpret silence, just feel it like inclement weather, my body complains, my mind contorts. it passes. a reputation is impossible to gauge. people say what you want to hear, or silence. once in a while they praise, once in a while vociferously condemn. all i have to go on is instinct, and that may lead to trouble, or freedom and joy. it's mostly the latter, though i'm a darkish soul often beset by turmoil and i struggle. i will always lean this way despite the law or code that adherance makes one not a jerk.

you're a little shy, and eager to please, like me. if we continue, it'll get more natural. (lily and me on our first walk.)

infenitude.

twins of differnt mothers.

a dream shared.

collective guilt infects our time.

i felt an unease. i tried to get closer to the image. that's what i need.

i have not spoken.

i told you guys a hundred times.

mr. fresh velocity.

you could just tell us once, for what it's worth.

sepia kids.

the rapture of selfloss.

time slowed to a standstill. you feel a sense of loss, but you feel contained. you feel a sense of ease.

where do you fit in.

you have to be strong about vulnerability. you know, stand up for it. stand up for gentleness and softness, cuz i think they're really powerful qualities.    jane campion

generally dogs are the least dogmatic of persons.

human beings are becoming unreal (the history of movies).

i think human beings are still full of tenderness. they aren't stones. but they need to be reminded that they are becoming stones. crying is a way for people to rediscover their tenderness.  Tsai Ming-liang

reality, as in, unconscious, or,

robo copp.