They say you’re not paranoid if your ideation is true. I’m wondering what the president’s younger brother died of, and what was the race of the man the secret service shot. And if what he had in his hand was a camera when he knelt.

…Hang on with me and baby possum during these uncertain times…. I even read that our millionaire president thinks the public should pay more for first class stamps. Not nice!

“In this country, two things stand first in rank: your flag and your mail. You all know what honor you pay to your flag, but you should know, also, that your mail, — just that ordinary postal card—is also important. But a postal card, or any form of mail, is not important, in that way, until you drop it through a slot in this building, and with a stamp on it, or into a mail box outdoors. Up to that instant it is but a common card, which anybody can pick up and carry off without committing a criminal act. But as soon as it is in back of this partition, or in a mail box, a magical transformation occurs; and anybody who now should willfully purloin it, or obstruct its trip in any way, will find prison doors awaiting him. What a frail thing ordinary mail is! A baby could rip it apart, but no adult is so foolish as to do it. That small stamp which you stick on it, is, you might say, a postal official, going right along with it, having it always in his sight.”
― Ernest Vincent Wright, Gadsby

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The soft blue blanket used to be electric.

 Now it’s a rag of its former self, but a warm rag 

when used along with sheet and comforter.

 It’s an eyesore if you turn on the light and study it. 

But why do that? 

They don’t come with instructions, you know.
“Almost nothing”, the doctor says, “Two appliances”.
To what shall I listen now?
Better just to sit.. listen to a Tree.. how delightful..!

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Maybe you ARE the tree now. Your blog is gone, you don’t comment any more, your e-mail fails. Your words continue…

Is my value as a human merely based
on the colour of my carcass?
Is there no intrinsic value
in what lies beneath my pelt?
Is my hide all that matters?
Will you say that a coat of black
is worse or better than a coat
of white or brown or red?
Peak beneath my skin
and see who I really am
Let me see you for more
than your colour
or let me be flayed
and tanned
for if I am no more than the
tone of my flesh,
I am merely an animal
to be hunted and
turned into leather.

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