i'm starting over here this time.
for now, the bathroom is giving me some problems, i'm beginning to get that the apartment i'm living in is responding to abuse and neglect in the very same manner and fashion as that of a breathing person. it is bruised and must be considered. considered. there ought to be more attention to this. shifting gears: i'm moving to vermont where i plan to re-learn some things. lazy and flat writing is so much fun for one, and so much to learn as well that i haven't already. shooting ducks for example, or shooting bears or fish or fishing...haven't done too much fishing i must say, and no hunting at all.. none! and snow angels really the cold isn't much fun at all, the allure is however still there. why is that. i wonde'r if it has anything to do with cold itself. likely yes cold does slow things down, circulation and fewer decisions to make, less room to ignore the earths requirements and more room to listen up for them. less ambient noise, less less less advertising, overdone commercial bombardment, and proselytising adherents. listen up dunderbots, the freight elevator is in freefall, and it's cabled up to your elevator, and one day soon, long before you get your corner office, your going to step on that elevator to the 84th floor and send in a holy underhanded toss into space, and space will consume you like it was space and you aren't. the earth is a very big deal. and if you had to deal with everything it's doing to us, you'd either deal with it like a person, or you find a way to end it's rotation and tether it to the sun with some precious man-made substance to withstand and sell off the precious real estate and finish controlling the weather and to save all the dishwashers for yourselves, while the rest of us live on the habitable space you leave us on the other side. maybe that's what you;d like to see happening, could that be? all this goddamned consciousness is going to fold in on itself like a blimp losing flight into a sequoia forest.
