Although I Mean It, and Project the Meaning As Hard As I Can Into Its Brushed-Metal Surface, It Cannot, in This Deteriorating Climate, Pick Up Where I Leave Off
This weekend we're scheduled to get sixteen feet of snow followed by seven inches of ice which will cause power outages lasting until April (until which daily high temperatures will not break -50), apt for this, my shittiest winter ever in all but two facets of my life, all caused by my moving from watercolor paper to hardboard treated canvases that don't warp, what a world, this is all my fault, my apologies Maybe a good thing, not the canvases, my being cut-off from contact with the outside world until April Fools Day: I'm not only incapable of doing it voluntarily I'm incapable of not documenting the all-encompassing and constantly expanding clusterfuck, perhaps you've noticed. I no longer play the "if I was offered a free month in hiking and disc golf course paradise in perfect weather with gorgeous sunsets and primo sativa and fresh crisp bright local pilsners from the deck of a mountain top cottage on the condition I have no contact with the outside world would I?" game, because why play? it will never be offered and I'd never accept it if it was. If you don't believe me please buy me (and L) that vacation, I'd love to be wrong: just found my Renaldo and the Loaf CD stash, perhaps I'd choose to listen to some on that deck watching the sunset, unclusterfucking, I just might be willing to risk it. The test, and the rest, depends on you
Today's duh: Behind Trump’s Meltdown Over Greenland
"After sponsoring genocide in Gaza, welcoming the kidnapping of Maduro, cheering the bombing of Iran, backing assaults on Lebanon, applauding assassinations, liberal European leaders have discovered international law just in time for the US invasion of Greenland"
Couple of days ago I was thinking poobah Democrats must have told Wes Moore to cool his jets in the interest of his own career so guess what cynical me's first thought was when I first saw this
Zionist 2028 Dem potus candidate resents being asked and thinks it's antisemitic he was asked if he was a Mossad agent when he was vetted (and not chosen) for vpotus in 2024
Although I mean it, and project the meaning As hard as I can into its brushed-metal surface, It cannot, in this deteriorating climate, pick up Where I leave off. It sees the Japanese text As among the most massive secretions of the human spirit. Its part is in the shade, beyond the iron spikes of the fence, Mixing red with blue. As the day wears on Those who come to seem reasonable are shouted down (Why you old goat! Look who’s talkin’. Let’s see you Climb off that tower — the waterworks architecture, both stupid and Grandly humorous at the same time, is a kind of mask for him, Like a seal’s face. Time and the weather Don’t always go hand in hand, as here: sometimes One is slanted sideways, disappears for awhile. Then later it’s forget-me-not time, and rapturous Clouds appear above the lawn, and the rose tells The old old story, the pearl of the orient, occluded And still apt to rise at times.) A few black smudges On the outer boulevards, like squashed midges And the truth becomes a hole, something one has always known, A heaviness in the trees, and no one can say Where it comes from, or how long it will stay —
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