i saw an overweight woman using a leafblower and it nearly ruined my day. were the fumes worth blowing dirt a few yards? the wind will blow it back. industrial masturbation.
still, there is turmeric and tie kuan yin in the world. there is music with unorthodox time signatures.

the evening news silently(not tacitly mind you, but actively & yet silently) accepts/perpetrates fudged numbers--fail to acknowledge a candidate and our social memory conforms within half an apathetic/imprisoned generation.
ron paul might just get my vote crazy fuck he is. the important people dont like him, good enough for me since i assume he'd take the bullet and die "young" like jfk instead of break/go gray like obama. infact every bullet sunk in the chest of a proud human is a visceral strike against tyranny if only the lot of us were prepared to starve to death we'd have nothing to fear.

a voice sings in the clouds but fails to be specific. i'd expect nothing more or less from that type of voice.

yes, i have been away. i've been married to glass and bamboo, clay and malleable alloy. i think today the weather finally turned. ffs, i've been waiting. i wish i was an alchemist or metallurgist or artisan but i have been stirring pots in the kitchen and poking at pourholes in yixing pots only.

it was in the meeting of a plumber. forcefully blowing the nose, once, fatefully. not everyone can manage to appear angry and smile at the same time. i uncharacteristically study my face in the mirror and note i have wrinkles from laughing but not from frowning, it makes the day go by easier

beer and wine stuff up my nose and turn my temperature(sulfites?). not as aggressively as marijuana.
restaurant and prepackaged food gives me heartburn. i have all the conditions for a season of discipline except the motivationmomentum. i lazily blame the frigid fog after being spoiled by san francisco.
when i have on shoes, i must make weird apologies about my eating habits. when i am at home i eat like a greedy monk on visitor day and forget my prayers but appreciate when my bedtime story anime series of choice cheers some virtuous act completed by the main characters.
i could drag my nails against the hard floor crying where heaven is now. i miss it. i've forgotten even that i have been homesick so long.
i assumed the act of moving would take care of it, instead i only found my bad habits in the boxes and realized i'd left my good ones in the old room. i hope the new inhabitant appreciates them.

a dozen wivestale economic indicators have been ringing days, weeks, months some more than a year the wizards are so ver-said at their craft nobody knows the game is over infact if you've got aces at the final table there is no reason to even pick up the chips from the cable the cashier already knows and has your bills stacked & banded it is good business to stay until the end the house loves it when the winner stays around to autograph the losers' foreheads...

as if preoccupied i glance over the new appointees under obama since last i looked. the list is yet another bush addendum. carlyle, goldman, monsanto, citibank. don't be fooled; clinton could sax the rats away from his pigfarm and pharma buddies but the poison kills just the same. all it has become is voting for chrome or matte finish on the prison bars and barbwire. even my credit union sends me mailers reminding me to use my credit card.

not being heavily invested in this instance of humanity on planet earth it is hard for me to grieve. i know that starving to death is quite painful drawn out but still it is better than having every streetcorner camera recognize my face. logan's run i'd rather die feeling old, alone, free with horror my hope thoroughly shot through in deciduous wood eating the legacy of man than warm, young, wombworld, ignorant and powerless. the 5% population seen the light even if to tumble or rappel down the mountain again, to shout or be silent about the view since the horizon always extends maybe it'll take 1000 years to get there again but we will, even if as another race on another planet after the poison sleep of this one...

ndaa's grandfather is the patriot act while a true patriot is a criminal and a terrorist. it is hard not to laugh, it is harder not to cry.

"I meditate diligently every morning. The subject is Life and Love. I quit after three seconds."