i think
therefore i think rene descartes is an asshole.

i think
about why
i'm so fucking frugal
i'm sometimes often embarassed by myself.
which has nought to do 
with rene descartes being an asshole.  but that's besides 
the point is i'm just trying to stay sane here.

i think why i'm so cheap is my father was rich 
and we were poor relatives. 
at one point he was wanted for alimony evasion
and could not re-enter illinois. that's my patrimony, renee.
and mom fed us gray stew and moss and space food sticks.
food for thought. mom taught us
to waste not want not.

i'm still tryin', mom.    

my flash is not the sun, nor will it warm you, but looking at you will remind me, to hold on, the sun may come again, before the end.

these shots of poor fen on the fireplace mantle, exploited for another whimsical photo-op, initially had captions pertaining to bpa's which i have already droned about. they remind me of doctor suess, and doctor who.

baby, i don't wanna know.

i want to leave this topic, it is just too depressing especially given the vacuum of light here, and the deluge, but i want to say before i let it rest in disquiet, about the film bag it, and bpa's. i didn't even know what they were, and i still don't know why they exist, other than for profit and population control, but bpa or bisphenol a, is a synthetic estrogen used to line food cans and baby bottles and put in infant formula. bpa causes hyperactivity and learning impairment. bpa causes gender neutrality. boys become feminized, girls become masculinized. bpa is linked to breast cancer, low sperm count, heart disease, miscarriage, uterine fibroids, early puberty, hypospodias(!?), polycystic ovary disease, obesity, type 2 diabetes, adhd, and autism.

and there is no protection, it's in the plastic, it's in the waste stream, it's in our bodies, and the government does not care.

the chemical industry does not have to prove that chemicals are safe. the chemicals have to be proven dangerous. the laboratory is nature.
 

 the laboratory is us.

little bird, i hope you live, and watch out for glass skies.
it's another day in a sad migration of days.

the ultimate dilemma is water. everything leaks, and my life is misery.

another grim dark day in chicago. i should be rich, have a beautiful dog, and a beautiful dog walker, i should be sitting by the fire catching up on the life of jung. as i woke up i thought one thing sure as nobel, obomba won't come back here.