camp igloo falulu.

lulu at camp lulu. this igloo is pretty cool. nice job, kids. thanks. she was a little slow to access but the opening is exackly lulusized and she shimmied in for a treat.

         monday head fog. shouldn't have watched the raygun doc. 

say why don't i not think of raygun. 

why do i.

think of what would wordsworth write if he could write today? 

little we see in nature that is ours

if we could move through time? yet

it's in our nature to hold on to what we got.

there's still lots of things to choose.

say we're in a sea change. sea of brain fog. 

say when we die we'll be free to move.

say we'll be expansive. 

say we'll be released from time. 

but now we're here. meanwhile

little bear has returned from yellowstone

with pictures in her head.

i hear the dogs reunion in the international house dog yard.

remember to keep a record.

it's all coming out.

yelp, we got through old mother raygun with many stoppages. he comes out even more despicable than he was in life. we can see the same playbook the sick fuck trump appropriated albeit with a mythological affability on par with obomba. other than affability he was the ur-trump.

 penny's a cray-cray orange imp.

whelp, we signed up for a free show trial just to watch parts 2, 3 & 4 of old mother raygun. which one's the mother, which one's the other? everybody's got one. it was too good a double feature, imelda and ronnie. two old colonial hoors tooting mass delusion, marshill law & ordure. fascinating stuff, kids, for the viral empire  free market trickledown liesure class collapse cancel in a bing bang mo.

the word of the day—cohesive, tending to cohere, even as though well integrated.

sunday. i take r. for a walk and an envelope drop. there's a destination and after. home. the air is heavy with exhaust and slowly penetrating. i admit the sadness of the world. the driving range is set to expand and the highway. dog park tree bark. coyote feels the squeeze. already. viral development. half breath's exhaust never. cant keep it in. fish come on shore. go out come on your pillow your casbah. follow a goose print line aloft. g—host cross clarence extinction darrow this bridge condemned.

it gets hung up, the technology, the brain too, gets froze, ease up, maybe the yeast is rising, knead it, matter, to thyself, there's a certain uncertainty, a certain inertia, knead it, butter it up, let it rest, then rub it gently, let it act on you like hands, be fond, found, walk your bread around.