no longer trust humans. They showed they were unable to take even basic precautions to protect themselves and others. It has filled me with contempt for humans. I already had plenty of it, now I am double plus good in the contempt department.
don’t believe in those. Time is an illusion. I have on or off setting. The first hour was in 1964. None of these other hours are first. They are not numbered. One of them will be last.
of us has a unique genetic being that then experiences life in a unique path. One meets specific unique individuals who help us shape who we become. Specific moments unique to us stay with us. If we develop the habit of writing or drawing or playing music or some other means of expression it is one unique person doing that. Persisting as a unique person as a projection. Today one is told to let Ai “help” one to create. But Ai is using the IP of countless unique people who have posted their IP on the internet, a thing that should have been free, should have helped us get past the habits of subjecting ourselves to states that somehow pretend that genocide of the other is not a war crime.
What is ( ) local?
Is it a gang?
Does local even exist anymore?
( ) was local. ( ) was native, a unicorn.
But, ( ) live in something like 16 cities, 3 countries.
What is the goal, then, of the label local?
A tribe, that refuses to move?
One tied to just the one place for all of time?
( ) have lost sight of the goal here, refusal to be viewed as a tourist?
Disdain for tourism? Tribe?
The view of local things. Buying local things.
The rest (the others) are ( ) visiting/spectators.
Locals imagine if “the shit goes down”, we/they are in the shit together.
We fight in the wars together.
Resume is a list of them, the local wars.
Battle of the place name here.
Stick it on my car.
Read it.
“Yes, I was in the shit.”
postscript: I thought of something I want, The West Coast. It can still be labeled the West Coast, but everyone needs to understand that I own it. dc
I don’t know what I am wanting at five. I’m not sure five-year-olds even know what “grew up” means. Probably I want a cookie. I do remember, a deer costume, but an actually-become-a-deer costume.
Dry. I am near an incandescent light bulb and I can feel the heat on my face. There is a smell of airbourne particulate. I can feel the heat coming through the bottoms of my shoes. The sweat evaporates, I don’t realize I am dehydrating. But it is the 1990s, and there is still an ozone layer. Not Portland, OR.
We are sitting at a table at Cafe Copioh (Las Vegas, NV) as Mike does the closing routine. Orit is showing me a card trick.
is not (a) race. -Ken Lee
i am already doing, but with specific other people. One of us needs a plane or a boat. Soon.
to needles, and pain, and bleeding. No place. There is no place I would put it. People should write on paper and sometimes buildings. I can’t take tattoo people seriously, and wearers of shorts. I can’t take you seriously.
Sketch over campus map by dc, Pi-Des.
Pi-Des