heartleap for fen.

mister butterfly for fen.

that's why i return because i can only guess and feel by wonder.

 for a moment and every time i see i feel trapped like a fish in ice and i tell myself

there there my boy.

i told jesus it would be alright if he changed my name.
jesus told me that the world would be against me if he changed my name.

how is we gonna hustle & flow with a giant donnie john in tow.

if everyone could find something or one to love there would be an incremental and sweeping diminishment of hate and the haters hate withdrawn to a nuclear kernal in their atrophied hearts. 

the two salient differences between trump and hitler are one there is no superpower that can hunt and kill trump in his tower or blast him in his bunker.  
the other is he has all the nukes in his crib.  
such is the progress of evil, children.

trumpen hitler, hahaha.

 

i was thinking about naked derrida and his cat. it occurred to me strange that he was self-conscious about his nakedness in front of his cat? was it a real cat? knowing cats are not hung up on philosophy and shame i wonder if he even had a cat. a cat like that might have come out of his thinking hat.

i don't have a picture of a cat to hand, but i have been naked and dressed with cats and they don't mind.

i do understand shame like that
that has more to do with our species
and less than a that cat.