- Friday morning encounter with a Warrenite colleague, Saturday afternoon encounter with a Sandernista colleague
- (I know no Biden colleague (or any of the other motherfucking Democratic candidates colleagues))
- Regardless, I said to my Warrenite colleague, whether Sanders said what she said he said two years ago, if he *did* say what she said he said two years ago she waited two years to say it for basest political gain, and that's fucking OK, anyone who wants to be POTUS, including Bernie Sanders, is a psychopath and asshole
- Parked on Ten Mike Creek Road, the hundred yards of it to the gate, after crossing the foot bridge over Ten Mile Creek what remains of Ten Mile Creek Road continues ahead a quarter mile to the banks of the flooded valley (after Ten Mile Creek Trail branches uphill to the right), I probably wished it so but I told myself the slight uphill and curve to the left then downhill until disappearing into the lake looked familiar
- What, I said to my Sandernista colleague, that little poke? you're apoplectic over that little poke? wait until the Comcast propagandists at motherfucking MSNBC run fat frauds analyzing Bernie's body language (and enjoyed the pop I got)
- Below (bigger, better, here) another self-portrait, started earlier this week, finished last night after finding the above tree
- I have Doctor Sevrin ears, and thank you, Hamster, for saying so
- 2020: Chapter One
- The Carl Schmitt of our time
- Cheerocracy!
- Today in criminalizing your protests
- Today in surveillance
- Today in voluntarily self-incriminating
- Maggie's weekly links
- Bleggalgaze (not mine) w free book offer
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links
- I am stupid for Richard Dawson's music
FOR THE FERAL SPLENDOR THAT REMAINS
CACONRAD
sometimes I strain
to hear one
natural
sound
when gender blurs in a
poem my world sets a
tooth in the gear
if god is in me
when will I ask for
my needs to be met
every god is qualified
it is not such a secret
when I was afraid of the
road I learned to drive
map says name of
your city in ocean
line drawn to it
towing behind
the big party
history of life on
earth might be
interesting to a
visitor one day
chewing parsley and
cilantro together is for
me where forest
meets meadow
in a future life
would we like to
fall in love with the
world as it is with
no recollection
of the beauty
we destroy
today
that's a good looking tree
ReplyDeletei expect to vote for bernie in the primary - in the election i wouldn't be surprised to vote for bloomberg - he might even win - here's a slogan he could use - i like mike
you never know when something surprising might happen
So I bought this frozen apple pie yesterday, and on the box it said "orchard picked apples". And I thought to myself, where else would you get them? Speaking of apples, or rather, rotten apples, there is a cry for unity amongst the chosen ones. Well, they're all pretty rotten you must admit. All this unity reminds me of the unity so treasured by our centrist brethren, which is their unity with the right wing ding-a-lings which has worked so well too date. Since it is likely that Trump will lose and we'll have a centrist Democrat leading the troops, I predict a thorough butt fucking for all. It brings tears to my eyes to think of it. How one longs for the more polite form of mass murder that the Democrats are so famous for. No doubt the Democrats will put Band-Aids on all the boo boos which will make their base ever so happy dappy as the only thing they ever cared about was symbols anyway. Then it will be tiny little steps into a fabulous future where people can fly like birds, and we'll have rainbows just about everywhere!
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