It can't get you down, the sad pounding machines echoing hard, no not the goblins and idiots who frown, you move and on, past that, and beyond.

People who are desperate will pull and tug, but only for themselves.

Hamas or just Ham? You decide!

So you think you are really tough?

Intrepid.

Gen z you must wake up.

It claws it's way out of the sand, lifting its marvelous head in glory. Sounds of life and death. Watch it, watch out, it has been waiting for centuries to return, return at last, fire burning.

What do I gather? I gather the leaves after the flower petals have fallen, six months later, six months of going nowhere, and into the deep night, on the darkest nights to find comfort, perhaps a new idea to drop upon my head, and awaken me.

There at the beginning and only the beginning, eyes move fast because they must, can not fail at least for a while, to start or risk the worst and what hides in darkness, whose evil twists in front of broken glass, whose soul is broken.

I think my posts on the Bibas family somehow made it into Israel, and I am not comfortable in anyone thinking I am Israeli. I am an American. Of course I am upset over this event, and hope healing happens for everyone.

It has been hard for me.

He was walking past something..

Love is not a super food.

Propaganda epic fail.