still dying is a bummer. i can't believe it. we die.
america is gonna save the world!? hahhahahahhhaaaha.aah.coffin.
it's a diary but it's not just for me.
it's easy to see
when you are out in the street
that hate is no anomaly.
it's plain to see
that this regime
is a new apogee
for america the free
with a carrot and a stick
and a terrorist in chief.
**8**
our struggle is with u.s. imperialism.
we have lived for so many years
through the confrontation of two cultures:
the culture of life represented by the indigenous people,
and the culture of death represented by the west.
i believe only in the power of the people.
-evo morales
this is the time
of indifference.
this is the time of no reply.
this is the place
where no reply is the good news.
this is the place of my diary.
this is the time of casual destruction.
this is the time and the place of smiling tears.
i feel sad today. my sleepover with mister is done. at pebble beach we saw the surveyor again. i fear our beach will soon be buried in concrete. when you see a surveyor with a striped orange and yellow pole with a flashing red light atop, it's like seeing the grim reaper.
just at that moment i saw greg lane pass between me and mister riding the path north. he knows. we pass the yacht pond and see johnny who doesn't notice us. then a couple good encounters. on the final block we see the little brown hater and simply turn the other corner.
it was definitely that room that hampered my efforts. this morning i couldn't even open the mail in there. and last night the computer jumped off the desk, breaking the power cord connector. it was resting on david's old laptop. out here in the kitchen, where i used to sit by david, it works like a charm.
i'm clear on this. computers are open to influence, and there are ghosts in the machines.
goomorning, mister love bear.
truss me, i'm, like, a smart persona.
-donnie john,
the chief of the state of trump.
the basic program of any form of fascism is to release the evil in people- america
will be great again as soon as it doesn't give an ethical fuck about anything.
-aleksandar hemon.
saw the hater with the cute lil brown dog again
saw her from a distance seething
walked mister off to the side on the wide verge
her lil brown dog pulled toward mister
she jerked the lil brown dog away with a scowl
hating the little brown dog's free wish leashed
mister looked on
i stopped and said to mister and addressed the air
in her wake-
lil dog just wants to socialize
all you can do is the good thing,
for the dog and you and all-the haters too
for even the hater doesn't benefit from hate-
how could they, or their little dogs
benefit from hating freedom and love
if the hater can't love, can't they at least let the dog?
we can't succumb to hate or we're done for
poor dogs have no choice but to succumb to their masters'
hate and control.
i have a choice.
