Violence workers, postcard of the collapsing empire in the dirt. Trump sat by Graham's casket bored, eating candy and joking with Vance and Besant. The US regime is a plague on the earth.
We hope Trudy likes this spot. The sycamores are lovely, and the soft ground is crunchy with their shed bark. We thought about the spot since March after first dismissing it. It took a season to come around again.
Dignity, please, don't cut this tree.
Calling on Doctor Hipp.
Perhaps the
only thing we inherit is desire. And despair is just too
much desire.
Victoria Chang
Self-Portrait
A hole where a tree once was isn't formless, emptiness
