It is so deranged I don’t know if to weep or eat popcorn. So I’m doing both. Been weepy for a while even before this new war. It’s a cumulative thing of these years. Are we still wearing masks or what.  Don’t know what to do. That stupid Uncle stuff don’t fly. So day by day by day by day I just sit. Don’t read don’t make art. …those few sunset snaps that’s it. They all look like fucking burnt ravioli. Try to watch my fav films. Start one…then shut it off. We face hell mostly alone. I really need a day at the beach. Even if it’s snowing or raining. That and see my family my pals and eat laugh and try some of that legal ganja. Bob da Bunny just told me to put a sock on it. …fair enough. 

Sez Bob.

Will you calm da fuck down over there!

Gimme a break.