I told her that I was not serving war onto Gaza, but I was busy serving the people, all of them, by serving them sandwiches. Then she whined at me, so I gave her a donut hole. Fireworks began, we sat on the lawn, held hands and engaged in superficial conversation.

It gets better???

Joy?

Less war means better hair styles for everyone!

Eventually the winners are losers like all of us.

Inside a retrocause you might not be here, there are other things going on, the past and the future are going on, they are alive as the present isn't there, that most cherished illusion is a joke that came with the clock. We will be sitting around across the globe, which will annoy the more violent protestors blocking traffic.

In my art there is the image of the true coward, that behind closed doors a fear that overcomes him, that his crimes might have already been discovered.

Don't let me vanish again because I am sick of the world.

What I see going on is a weak response to things really happening. Its not good, and we got to do better.

I am watched, I see an owl in a tree, seems so wild on a cord as eyes widen, to stretch its boney beak, and shriek over my head, I run, and it follows as the venom of the ivy gets to my legs, I slip and fall, the owl is gone, but there is much time for suffering, as my sensitive skin knows.