oh my dogs i feel as lazy as a pussy cat,

and that's where it's at!
 

 

Gently, my heart, nor let one moment ever
Be spilled from the brief fullness of thine urn.
Plunge in its exultation star and star,
Sea and plumed sea in turn.
O still, my heart, nor spill this moment ever.

from Never Enough of Living by Léonie Adams
 

 

i can't show the video of me and summer mister swimming at pebble beach in 2017. it's too big. it's the only movie i have of us, except the one on channel 32. i may be able to edit it. it would be cool to see him move in here. it's just ordinary, but it's bygone time, ordinary magic. i needed him then, every day, but as much or more, i need him now, i need the bygone mister time. wouldn't he be amazed to know we swam out of the lake together again today and he shook my hand repeatedly?

 

None of the half-measures proposed by Biden and the Democratic Party impinge in the slightest on the economic interests of the corporate-financial oligarchy that rules America and, for that matter, the world. 

The entire response of both parties to the pandemic, from the beginning to the present, has been dictated by the need to keep stock market prices rising and corporate profits and the fortunes of the super-rich growing.

These interests preclude any serious, scientifically and socially driven measures to contain, treat and eradicate the virus. 

The pandemic has demonstrated that the capitalist system is incompatible with the most elementary social needs, including human life itself.

Barry Grey,                                                                                                                  EDUCATE!

smile please. while the s.f.t and the s.b.t are engaged in the battle for the soul of america the great—make it normal again!—people are dying like flies. these cases are killing me, wheezes the grimacing immune s.f.t. mean while the incoming s.b.t vows to open the kindergardens and keep on fracking in the free world and uncle joe-culling the great (un)herd. the robust market economy is the normalization of death.

it's saturday, kids if you have a sled why not go sledding or you can use a cardboard box. i saw a pod of robins yesterday, the erstwhile heart-warming sign of spring. the sighns are shifting now. but the rusty red feathers still make you feel like a kid of robin yesterdays.

ug, luz: the flower of evil, is a real stinker. don't botha.
 

i finally got the video of me and mister swimming at pebble beach in 2017  air dropped so i can watch it anytime. it's so great to see him alive again. i'll  see if i can show it in here. this is mister at pebble beach in winter. it all looks so different now, and mister's absence feels so present day.