"...hello?"

Still breathing.

Try to have an undeadly Holiday season.

 

"...21st century America"

In my youth this republic had a 'War on Poverty'. It was an attempt to make this the first country to abolish want. The Vietnam War took all of the funding. It was never tried again. Such is unthinkable now. Want has been allowed to fester and grow. There is actual contempt for the poor.

We now make war not on poverty but on the poor themselves.

There are now Homeless Encampments the size of small towns all over this republic. There is no desire to do anything about it. Other than to periodically disperse them. Sometimes violently. Shades of 1930's 'Hoovervilles" Google them. 

Boston yesterday like many cities passed an ordinance allowing the police to destroy the tents of the homeless. It got applause. Dickens would recognize this. Folks interviewed said it will make the city look better. Businessmen said it clears the streets for customers. 

The poor were not asked. 

They were busy being removed as the police and Sheriffs immediately began the destruction of hundreds of tents and the dispersing of near 300 homeless. Boston authorities said they have temporary shelter for ...30. Problem solved.

Such are our times.

"...betrayed"

Halloween or more ancient Samhain.

This when the barriers between worlds are the thinnest.

A sweet notion. Magic wonders.

I used to be in Wicka. This before it went mainstream.

Cool kindly folks then. I remember they used to march in a protective ring around Queer demonstrators in the 70's. Being a Queer activist was once a life-threatening past time. It was a cultural revolt. 

A life-or-death struggle. 

Many of our best ideals, inclusion tolerance long since betrayed. 

I was there I saw...I remember. 

Today it's a members only commercial Mardi Gras. 

This is "progress" in its way I guess.

 

"...Technicolor"

Years ago, I got the 1960 Barbie marriage set.

It was the Holiday 2009 re-issue.

Took snaps lost da file.

Just found it and re-tweaked the tones. It had gone murky yellow.

Put her back to technicolor. She said "thanks" and is fine with it.

A doll maker's work is never done.

 

"...candy"

As history shows. Violence is deep within all human hearts.

Alongside a desire for Jelly doughnuts. ...with candy sprinkles.

Both are equal in value at their moment of use.

Which sez much about everything we've created in the last 20k years.

...mostly.

 

"...Katlic"

If I were 14 or 15, I would play Queer dress up.

I did a bit as a sissy 8 year old. I'd go full Monty if a youth in these murderous enlightened days. Oh, to be unstuck in time.

While being fucked over at Katlic school l wanted to be a Nun.

Clear case of Stockholm syndrome.

Btw there's no payoff for just being beaten and humiliated.

If the Nuns had sucked my dick I would'a  got bounty. 

This by ratting 'em out to da press.

No dough for mere beatings year after year after year.

Guess business is business.

 

"...blue"

My days and nights.

Woke 3am full of meds. Looked up...Blue Moon.

This followed by a blur of hours.

Routines walks and exhaustion. 

These days it don't take much to fuck me up. 

Lately on edge of passing out in da street. 

Such is my golden retirement nightmare. Beats da alternative. 

My skies are interesting too. 

I snap the skies da moon planets and clouds.

Used to walk around town recording da sights. 

These days I watch it from my window.

I've a range of about five or six blocks. More I pass out.

Ain't life peachy. So I amuse myself by altering reality.

A snap of dusk. Tweaked da colors flipped it upside down. 

Then bleeping backwards. With da Moon...blue.

A Star Trek sky.

 

"...fuck'em"

Above the most terrifying living being in America.

A Trans Kid. The Horror!

Other than that I'm peachy.

Still around and fuck'n alive more or less.

Close calls over the months but yeah still breathing.

As for the murderous world.

Fuck'em.

 

Not a pro not an artist just a guy that likes taking snaps. Fortunately, never took lessons. I think this might be outsider art stuff but I hope not. I just do this so I don't go to sleep on da subway tracks....and that wouldn't work because there's an indentation between the rails. There to make sure workers or dummies trying to off themselves won't get hurt. So since I'm struck here. I build models and take snaps of dolls trees the sky and shit outside my window. .... sorry, what was the question? ...things get away from me and I digress. Used to talk all night on da radio then gave store front sermons for a while. My digressions always went over good with the listeners and congregations. There's a reason churches are laid out like theatres. ...life is a show.

"...dreams"

 

"...corner"

Shot of a corner in my office about 2008.

I ain't changed much.

 

"...days"

My neighbors that had the fire downstairs are okay.

With relatives for now.

Like sudden storms or earth tremors such things pass.

It's an unlikely miracle to just be here.

Days go by life goes on.

Life and times. Fire in my building. Went down to get mail smelled smoke. At the same moment firemen were banging on the glass door. Let them in they did their thing. These guys are fast amazing pro-choreography. They're on the job. Snapshot of our firehouse last winter.

Went up got my 'Bug-Out' bag. Everyone should have these. Your important documents financial cards flash drives phones meds first aid recharger emergency cash batteries the works. You may never need it but when you do you really do.

Hour into it now. Seems under control.

No evacuation like several years back. Smoke much less.

Emergencies as I say brings folks together. Many become their best selves. City folks in apartment buildings rarely speak to each other...a sad urban tradition. Unless all hell brings loose then humanity kick back in. Happened when the skies burned at the beginning of the summer and during the last hurricane.

Firemen still here but we seem okay. Don't know but likely a kitchen thing. It's mostly that in older buildings. Our digs raised in 1898. If bleep yet goes nuts be posting from friends or family.

Till then loves ya.

"...dreams"

Despite being 100f+ in direct sun. Could cook hot dawgs on da windowsill and my saying no way I'm not going back out. I went back out. A sale on peaches...sue me. Sun majestic. The brightest of the season. Flaring before Autumn chill.

Along the way bike shop botanicas an Army recruiting office. These guys sent me sign up emails...Just to see what happens I may. Nice chatter at da fruit shop. In extreme times as when our skies burned orange. Our unspoken natures shine through.

Going home passed a store front church. Asked if I wanted to pray. I said who wouldn't, but I needed to go. The sun tho' radiating miracles was microwaving my internal organs. Was offered iced tea...I 'gladly' accepted. Given assorted prayer stuff we parted.

I always like talking with evangelists. I remember one hell fire guy in Times Square. Disagreed with everything he and his placard said. However, he taught me not to get my back up over details. He was just a guy like me looking for answers.

Got to my digs put my peaches away laid down...dreamed.

"...a walk in the sun"

It's 11am and already 91f/32c. Yesterday out for a walk with a dear friend it was so bright so astoundingly hot, I went in and out of focus. It was the hottest moments of the summer for me. Oddly I enjoyed it. I think. I mean it put me into an altered state. I could see myself seeing myself. Eternity is seriously weird. She helped me with shopping and helped me home. As I say family blood and chosen are forever.

Movement at da front.

Ukraine pushes through two Russian walls of mines and barriers.

Bob da Bunny War Correspondent at the front.

 

The next three days will be in the 90's in NYC.

96f tomorrow. This into Friday.

Hopefully this might be the last heatwave.

Remember...hydrate and stay out of direct sunlight.

Some days I awake at dawn.

Others at dusk.

For both it's the same kind of sky.

90f/32c at dusk in Brooklyn.

Posting this at midnight. It's still 80f/27c.

Not complaining. In other parts of the country this is blanket weather

I foolishly went out and did errands. 92f on the street. 96f/35c in direct sun by my kitchen thermometer. In the 90's and low 100's all over the country. Well except for where monsoon rains are washing everything away. Having another look at "Revelations".