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I’m thinking about dogs being bred to have Weimaraner, Dachshund, or hairless Chihuahua weird little unnatural bodies.

I’m also thinking about the human construct of dynasties, patriarchies, & kings.
How many fucked-up, psychologically short-legged people did we create & never study with that shit?

living in modern times feels like this:

“oh FUCK! How tightly will the ouroboros eat its tail?!?”

I worry so much about so many people I love, & all the people whom I don’t know, all the time.

I do not care what happens to me for expressing this.

The relatively recent “Haitians are eating the pets” lie,
on top of decades of collective widespread culturally accepted resentment towards any & all “Mexican” or “Latino” people, has given ICE license to brutalize any & all Black & brown people without due process.
America so blatantly sucks today.

It has begun to feel like the boomer government has been utilizing Grok to come up with coup plans.

“The news” has taken a turn into “new” territory - to the point where I almost wish I could not read.

One ought to want to read about what is occurring.

It is fucked-up to read,
& to wish you did not
understand it.

Reading & literacy across all
Language is awesome,
& ought to remain,
Awesome.

i’m not saying the economy is bad, but sometimes one might hungrily check their pants pockets for loose pistachios or cashews, stored away into the modern technological advancement of pants-pockets, only to find a small, tiny deck of playing cards instead.

invisible hand anticipated the nutrients.

idea for a character’s name:

Turtle Apples

I wish my subconscious was more imaginative, & did not think of a giant industrial high-rise rental unit complex.

I wish I had christopher robin dreams in a 100-acre wood where my friends are also birds, rather than this shit.

“I wish I was an english muffin
about to make the most
out of a toaster.”

Sometimes the tower that we all live in is rooted in Michigan.
It is simultaneously a beachfront condo in Florida, or South America.
Cape cod with spaceship launch pads outside of a NYC skyscraper’s window.

When I recall a dream, it is all of this, & all the landscapes I’ve ever played along with.

I often die.
More frequently I take elevators up & down trying to remember which post office box unit I last lived inside of.
I must to deliver this old doodle to my classmate.
I have to protect this smattering of people while we’re all afraid.
A formula-1 car race with my mother, fellow passenger.

There are assassins after me in my sleeping head. I often get shot.
I’ll forget to clean out my locker, or take a test, or move out of my apartment.
I live in a grand tower with so many elevators & floors with everyone I’ve ever met, intimately & in passing on the street.
I have to return documents.

Perhaps proof I am constantly stressed out:
almost of my dreams are always about me living in a big dormitory along with everyone I’ve ever met in my lifetime.

I take elevators up & down in my sleep. I forget that I never moved out of the unit from earlier in my dream, across many different sleeps.

Self-help guide
Chapter 1:

draw 90 cartoons

the constitution is WOKE?

I’ve been having a bad time.

I like to look out for the weird little miracles that chirp up & jitter like poems from the cracking ice & leaping branches.

I’ve still been having a bad time, but it has also been a beautiful time.
There is a clockable beauty to Grief which may require gear tinkering.

Beautiful cups of coffee, & a myriad of other stimulants are no longer useful.

There is a wretched wrestle within yourself, - “you are two wolves, yadé~yahdah” - & it is unironically sobering to begin refereeing that matchup without the buzz of any outside interference.

Seems pretty cogent to me!

The happiest I’ve been in a long time was standing up from my seat, marching over to the non-fiction, scanning titles, then handing that kid ‘DK Evewitness series - FOSSILS’
I couldn’t tell you where in the space that is in the dewy decimal 500s numerically, but now I know the Space very well.

Please, just hone who you are, & what your innate interests are all about. There’s a better way to be. Time, & rivers have told me So!”

today a child asked if we had anything with books about dinosaur fossils.

The happiest I’ve been in a long time was standing up from my seat, marching over to the non-fiction, scanning titles, then handing that kid ‘DK Evewitness series - FOSSILS’
I couldn’t tell you where in the space that is in the dewy decimal 500s numerically, but now I know the Space very well.

Draw your own version of captain underpants about ME for all I care - I understand why you’d make fun of any authorities.
I see you bully each other, & I’d prefer you not to.
That is no way to cultivate friends.

Every day now I am compelled to suggest drawing a new cartoon - instead of wrestling & running & horseplay.
“We have so much manga to read!
It’s a better manga collection than most entire library systems!”

I love salvaging shattered copies of “Dog Man” with book-tape

I love repairing the torn spines & covers of the books. I am learning to do it deftly like a magic trick that makes the book alive again for at least another 3 weeks.

I love encouraging patience in lines & the creations of new cartoons.

Over a year ago, I saw a published, printed Dorling Kindersley encyclopedia of presidents, as a library book that said Joe Biden was elected in 2004 to be Barack’s vice president.

It’s probably still in circulation.

Nothing really precisely matters.

Jay Gatsby
sans money
green light at the docks x 3