Not a cat.

Still my hero.

It is not a joke, and yet talking heads speak with talking hands, with new books and boxes of news. The reader dear reader is protesting for a good nights sleeps as words and images with messages make fury about nothing.

Can I make a better world today? Lord I try, but the world seems like a slug that is both drunk and stoned.

I have no lips, but I must kiss.

Not the wiskey, something better.