back to 01.09.02

stoat, i have nothing to say. except i'm not on the rag today. and i'm feeling good. like i knew that i would. my bare feet cause complete strangers to react to my presence. this i find somewhat fun. added bonus. so i wonder. how many animals on this planet have shoes.

but i don't believe it's a conspiracy. people believe more comfort is better. so they get those things. i enjoy my stove. gas. it will save me money this winter. it heats better than the expensive offishal heat.

one spaceship for all these people. billions of years to make it.

_bunny stop_

r u looking at the river. no just a few inches this side of it.

it's one of those days where not having a job becomes an added bonus. sunlight is falling on the cleavage of a woman. accenting its gentle curved shape. how did the sperm whale get its name. as well, how come some bunch of men get to own the space rock at mekka. what is ownership. i'd like to see such a large extraterrestrial rock. do they really believe, those believing people, what they believe or is it simple terrorism. if the pope believes he's the voice of god, then he is insane. what does that say for his slaves.

to which mad house will you serve.

i know. nobody knows where it comes, where it goes. i know there's no such things as sin. you gotta know how to lose, makes it more fun to win. is it a sackrilege to misquote steve.

_duck stop_

kids, the human infant kind, are abounding in the early evening. dogs barking and running around like in third world countries. here they all have humans to feed them. today is like a holiday. for me. all i do is walk from my hotel to and along the river, read, write and concern myself for little. and think of anny. who is madder. her, i'd say, for being that way.

skin has oil. it makes it hard to get ink to the paper.

life in the slow lane. troubles all illrelavant except for entertainment value. if everything was worked out, it would be over. perhaps that is the biggest danger of obedience.

best not to obey, at least the rules of others. for what the fuck do they know.

so stoat, that's about it. sun warming my back. humans doing low stress sitting by the river. and i might have to, whatever. as life suggests. a little aimlessness takes - fuckin' oil skin. shit paper.

peace

stoat