Now I'm told that Fred and Ethel nee Lucy and Babalu have bonded with the foster mom and respond to Spider (Fred and Babalu) and Nugget (Lucy and Ethel) and that Nugget is actually a boy
Spider and Nugget it is until it's not. That's Nugget above. We haven't informed Olive yet that Spider and Nugget will be her new roommates in September much less her new roommates are both boys. She's already freaking out, this Friday we're driving to the Leelanau Peninsula in Michigan's far north lower peninsula for ten days, we got out our suitcases and Olive knows what that means and is already sulking, Stanley is blind and can't see the suitcases but knows Olive is sulking and can guess why and is sulking. L was invited to the Traverse City plein air competition, I will have the days to myself while she paints, as always on vacation I have no plans to post and no plans to not post, I just know I will be throwing discs at baskets here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here, and tbd the other days. There is a reason every post but two a year are tagged My Complicity. When I design and produce my own putter it will look like this:
Four people independently have said to me in the past week some version of If Only Dump Died Things Necessarily Will Get Better. Is it me or have you seen anywhere a What Would Happen If Dump Strokes Out Tomorrow? speculative piece from any top tier Shitlord or Liberal barker down to shitty little bleggers like me? Do people think Crackerstani and Christerstani assholes will turn less assholy, that Democrats will stop being full partners in your enshittification, immiseration, and upcoming eradication? Does anyone not think if Dump dies peacefully in his sleep tonight they won't prop his body up somewhere and sniper shoot it while ketchup packets explode on his chest and blame me, jeffantifa, Seorge Goros paid me $25 to do it, and the coup starts? Do people really think everything will be rainbowier when the diapered stool dies? That everyone who's profited and grown fat with power will slither away trying to escape their comeuppance? That shitlord's will cease being batshit crazy motherfucking sociopaths? Yes, the above, besides a putter, *is* an allusion to Gass' *The Tunnel,* the crest of my branch of the Party of Disappointed People, the ostracized not-fascist one not digging tunnels in our basements
So I'm going on vacation to a gorgeous county in Michigan where I will disc golf and hike and drink local beer and smoke good weed and hang out with my wife and daughter and son-in-law and try not to think about my enshittification and immiseration and eventual eradication and will fail. Revolution, mofos, always tainted with selfish complicity with what one rebels against. This post is partly an attempt to burn off the manic before vacation and will fail. Too, David Thomas was born 73 years ago last Sunday the 14th, in an act of complicity nineteen years ago L and I were at this Pere Ubu show in Harrisburg Pennsylvania:
THE MAUVE NOTEBOOK
John Ashbery
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