lets do this fast then....

don't want to write all day (not on this anyway)
maybe just notes:

the giraffe, stolen from somewhere, by someone bad, baby giraffe languishing in my backyard.

and then the giant other dark animal, HUGE curved back, spine poking out. still breathing, also there. in the mud. not well. later in the dream it had rolled over and was a giant floppy eared rabbitdogthing.

(these perhaps from my FB post about the corporate giants who have less of a tax-deduction on their subsides and so are charging a billion dollars cuz they don't feel so good: les pauvres.) poor corporate giants. dunno.

also looking out under a drape covering my back door, seeing two sets of feet from my same student. how is that possible? then a giant black man sleeping there, covered in tattoos.

what's with the backyard??
my backyard or the national backyard?

okay. wow. have i lost it all?
all the doings on the avenue, jack-knifed trucks and the story of shiney, corrupt/corrupting breifcase-man who I told to 'fade away'

guess it worked. now it just sounds like fitfull processing of all the sleezy, scrappy unfit news that just keeps coming and coming.

ça suffit!
to the studio or the garden - what is the difference?

both! there's time!

Happy Saturday world.
another day to live!

I'm thrilled!

"waterloo"

from David Frum, former Bush speech writer:
"It’s hard to exaggerate the magnitude of the (health care bill) disaster. Conservatives may cheer themselves that they’ll compensate for today’s expected vote with a big win in the November 2010 elections. [...]

No illusions please: This bill will not be repealed. Even if Republicans scored a 1994 style landslide in November, how many votes could we muster to re-open the “doughnut hole” and charge seniors more for prescription drugs? How many votes to re-allow insurers to rescind policies when they discover a pre-existing condition? How many votes to banish 25 year olds from their parents’ insurance coverage? And even if the votes were there – would President Obama sign such a repeal?"


...God, man. LISTEN to yourself!


and, cuz i feel like dancing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu1q17rUkVU

okay... six minutes

six minutes to write down whatever i can remember. a very dreamy night (oh and i slept like I just INVENTED sleep..mmmm) dreams within dreams. at the end, late for math class in which we were drawing a gianty floppy dog over and over in exact, decreasing increments. I thought, "I can't flunk. I can draw that floppy dog at whatever size he wants." and I proceeded to instruct other students in dog drawing and atmospheric perspective and I looked around I could see it everywhere. "Just TOUCH those trees there. Barely, barely." (and I could see the poplars in the distance, delicate as lace) and someone said, "but that's not always what you see." "Of course not, I said and walked into a tunnel that was fuzzy and indistinct at its opening and at the end, darker, infinitely specific, lined with little drawers full of old keys and little tiny instruments - a bugle I could barely pick up with my thumb. It was there I think I met ______ who was distracted from (poorly) kissing me because _______ was still on his mind. " ______" he said, "was strictly a criminal in her own beautiful Christian way." But she was/is so gorgeous. I didn't care. I didn't want him anymore and hadn't for a long, long time.

ohletssee. the rooms. the dream rooms. perfect little places to sleep with a tiny bed, tiny pillow, matching everything and the door that you opened on the opposite end to that EXACT same room. It was hard to choose, naturally, between them.


oh boy. out of time.
cut. print/