yeah, i'm still watching the bridge, and you're still sitting in the tunnel. oh but that was yesterday. now i'm done with the bridge, but i wish i weren't.

well i ain't a-dronin' anymore.

i had plenty of opportunities to stop what i was doing, to make a good decision, but that would have required the kind of lessons that i was never taught.  Bad Words

meditation on the fall: it's hard to imagine, that nothing at all, could be so exciting, could be this much fun. oh heaven, heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

quit trine a get all up in my kitchen, kid.  Bad Words

 

something about bringing our stuff into existence, you said? can we? by thinking alone?

this is the only picture i got yesterday. there's a little vacuum in my solar plexus region at the end of the day when i don't have photographs. it's that i live via photographs, my existence necessitated or allowed by these little thought bridges in spacetime. without them i am like a scarecrow or effigy. perhaps i'm overstating. i lost the right words.

 

but, thoughts and memories, unthought and unremembered, walk by us.

un american sonata.

bona fides.

my fear of failure grew up to be a fine strapping fear of success ha.

anyways as the the michiganders say, gooddreams.

how i tell you story.

light in your bones.

the sense of exile is not his, but the tunnel anxiety yes.

ain't we got guns fun club.

america's a country made of war.  i'm boring.

we sat on the lichened salt rimed porch eating fruit. i said dad your flag is blocking the view. it is the view he said.

then the view is ugly i said.

are you happy, copp? yeah, i reckon so. oh good, thank you.

the golden frog is a symbol for the destruction of nature by human predation and war.

there's more communication between species.

yawn tunnel.

i don't have a hope of understanding quantum entanglement, but i can still talk about it in my blog where i am god.

how many died of greed today.

i find myself saying Okay! like the people in The Bridge and it sounds so convincing in the tunnel.

Stuff on Copp's head and a still from The Bridge, lalala.

a dude in a pacific northwest tribe said he was fixing to die but would come back as a kwakiutl or sea wolf and he did. i think that is so impressive and i'd like to give him a whale hug. i don't know if i could go from a pale wizened wraith in forsook chicago could make that transition. but i can dream for now. it's sunny out now, and i'm not fixing to die.

dogs don't live long but they rarely get colds. i hope i don't get a cold. copp's mom has a cold. when i get a headcold my tooths hurts.

found wet fortune on sidewalk. applied to red leaf. applied to the forehead of mister. it says, the fun side of relationship begins to unfold. and who wouldn't apply for that.

it seems all contingency, no plan, but that too's an illusion. the masters of war have a plan for us littles, to keep us in contingency.