Get off this nuclear business. There are a lot of other issues you could deal with to be
respected. You could really get some progress.
There’s always—things are always more interesting than they seem.
And it’s just—we’re hated. We’re outsiders.
We always call them NATO, and the press goes along with calling them NATO.
I’m really Mr. Happy News, huh? Everybody is muscling up now to beat up the kids
who want to do something.
And it’s a horrible mistake. It’s happening right in front of us. It’s not being seen,
but its right there to be seen.
It’s not going to happen.
I just don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t quite—
That’s what I’m writing about. We’re not seeing it. We don’t know it exists.
I remember in my body experiences from childhood I’ve not remembered for a very long time.
The heavy humidity that blanketed the city earlier this week lifted this
morning, 57 degrees with a light breeze and crystal blue sky.
When America in its available mediocrity aims gunfire at safety and words, carrying dead
children beyond the point of insolvency, the message is one of satire. An allegorical
rebellion beneath, above, made and being made forever after many small and large ups and
downs over belts of companion species of verse and prose.
“It is not beautiful. It never was.”
