monkey takes me to the cleaners. for treats. then monkey stops at the wine shop, but they're closed. you get treats here too, monkey? maybe wine and cheese tastings? i remember mister waiting at the closed dentist office for treats. they can't believe the place would be closed when they come for treats. the nerve, it's absurd. 

why would i chafe at monkey walks? r. says because you are a chafer. i'm dug chafer. but why would i chafe at monkey walks. no reason, i do not chafe at monkey walks. i'm a chafer but i don't always chafe.

 

 i am just a monkey man.

 i think about this bird head. i go back to find it among the leaves at the bottom of the bell tower. when i was younger i was fascinated by owl pellets i found in the woods. they reminded me of something, a feeling i couldn't say, the expression left behind of the creature that lived. left for me to find. they seemed to be signs that i was looking distinctly, affirmations for looking well. 

 it could be worse.

 lulu had an audience of kids up on the overpass cheering and going roof-roof.

 gallery of shitting dogs, the obamachron.