Sideways but more so. The obliteration of Palestine and the extermination of Palestinians a done deal with the overwhelming approval of everyone who has a say and those who have a say say keep on obliminating and exterterating. Barks below in grid. There is no situation so shitty that shitlords won't try to make shittier for more power and profit. I'm assuming my self-incriminations on this platform and others sufficient enough and safely clouded in databases that my shutting up now won't save me from possible jail and torture or worse, the only reason to quit now is to save me from me who has always believed in an obligation to engage politically regardless of my lack of influence on anyone but myself, that to abdicate to hermitage moral weakness and cowardice, but I'm saner screaming at the clusterfuck than I'd ever be hiding mute in a void, so, below, mood, gouache, watercolor ink, clear Elmer's Glue, my left eye November 2023, my right eye November 2023 here
INSTEAD OF LOSING
Anyone, growing up in a space you hadn't used yet would've done the same: bother the family's bickering to head straight into the channel. My, those times crackled near about us, from sickly melodrama instead of losing, and the odd confusion...confusion. I thought of it then, and in the mountains. During the day we perforated the eponymous city limits and then some. No one knew all about us but some knew plenty. It was time to leave that town for an empty drawer into which they sailed. Some of the eleven thousand virgins were getting queasy. I say, stop the ship! No can do. Here come the bald arbiters with their eyes on chains, just so, like glasses. Heck, it's only a muskrat that's seen better years, when things were medieval and gold... So you people in the front, leave. You see them. And you understand it all. It doesn't end, night's sorcery notwithstanding. Would you have preferred to be a grownup in earlier times than the child can contain or imagine? Or is right now the answer—you know, the radio we heard news on late at night, our checkered fortunes so pretty. Here's your ton of plumes, and your Red Seal Records. The whole embrace.