due to the richness of our manure, and the grass is green & delicious, and we have houses better than 90% of the humans, & they make us fuck all the time to make more of us. She works hard for the money. So we've been reading Capote aloud on our bench, & it's taking me back to Paola on Dumbarton,
who I never heard from again. She had a Medici education & a degree from Italy, & a Masters n Foreign Service from Georgetown, & worked for the World Bank, doin economic & infrastructure development n Belarus & Ukraine, & for very hundred million they spent 40 million of it would go to the Oligarghs
who were just emerging then, & we read James Joyce's Ulysses aloud in bed, but I don't recommend moving in with someone 5 weeks after you met 'em, unless you're a lesbian, of course. They show up with their truck full of stuff on the 2nd date, but when it comes to me, I seem to kick 'em over the
fence, or open up the gate. Our 1st lesbain exgf was just off the 6th Floor pysch ward at St. Joe's, they'd decided she was just a drunk, and not really Borderline. It was effortless, being around that woman; she was 4 week sober & I was two. And we'd sit on the big Victorian sofa in the living
room, in Richmond, w the wooden scroll across the top, & she'd say, "You see that look in my Mom's eyes? She imagining how beautiful our babies are going to be." Oh! So we thought that we would read some Capote aloud on Main Street, for the ignorant of the last 2 generations, who no longer read,
now that the Monarchist's Nativist Mick FauxNews Murdoch Silo Disinformation Propaganda Netowrk, & its related ecosystem of RWNJ Hugh Hewitts, Alex Joneses, Roe Jogans, & Sinclair white jesus, is the only media they ever see, and they finally dismantled the Dept. of Education, as they've been trying
4 40 years, since the sainted Reagan fired all the Air Traffic Controllers, so we sat on our bench in front of the Courthouse, and read Capote aloud, and we have to quote some & skyte, tm because the writing is stupendous, even the way describes clouds. And we are living our his stories now, as
well as Nietzsche, since I am the Superhuman of whom the mad professor of Basle is always screeching. Once you've punched through the void, to the world of emptiness, where it's all completely filled, you realize what Thich Nhat Haan said, in the 12 links or is it 14? links of dependent orgination.
My neck hurts like a mother fucking, sitting here hammering away. so we're gonna grab the last of whatever this shit is I'm drinking, & go outside & imbibe, & have a smoke. Hopefully, they won't steal my shit, I'm too lazy & forlorn to carry it. 27:38 remaining on the clock. Ciao! Ci vediamo dopo!