"Dreams" part II

Sometimes my dreams speak back to me. In that space between waking, and sleeping between dreams ending or beginning.
I don't often remember the words.
Just a sense an essence of what was given.
I'm happy with this. As if eternity knows, and cares.

"Rouge Sands"

Okay so I went to Mars last week. Nice people. Anyway I came back, and well,...you know. Look I thought it over, and I'm going back to Mars. They have good National Health cool jobs free tuition affordable cute homes high speed rail free cable, and internet.

The place is like 60's Be-in run by Bernie Sanders, and AOC! Shit they got 400 new flavors of ice cream bike highways, and free fucking kittens.

"When I hear the word Art I reach for my Crayons!"

"2019"

At market there are folks asking shoppers for food.  Mostly elders a few kids. Even with government help hunger comes. They give enough to survive. Not live. These are not the same thing.

This time it was different.

Yesterday I was asked, "...you want company?" People are now offering their bodies for food.

What has happened to my country?

"Spring"

We had warm bring sun, and fresh winds today.

"...#45"

“…ask”

We need to step back from the extreme chaos, and edged emotions,…for just a moment. That, and consider if a private citizen should speak to the president. #45. The President of the United States of America. They should not waste his time with what he already knows.

A world leader’s time is measured in lives.
So this citizen should simply ask. Ask the President.
Ask him if he could be kind.
Be kind when he could. Reach into himself and be generous merciful when he could.
Not by vast programs, but by quiet personal acts.
That’s all.
This may be something he never considered.
Something he didn’t already know.
That is kindness in the context of vast power.
This could be his redemption,…and ours.

(…and another thing.)

I understand this might be something powerful leaders ‘can’t’ consider. No mater their policies. Which is why they must.

"A Day in the Park"

"A Day in the Park" 

Today was the first very warm day in the Emerald City. To celebrate this I dug up this post from last August. It was 96f, and humid. People that hate Fall, and Winter routinely forget how brutal summer is around here.

I am not looking forward to it.

I'm staying in my air conditioned bedroom for the next four months...five or six thanks to the new climate.

If I drop dead like elders like doing

the AC will keep me fresh.

...for a while.

Btw that's one of my Barbie's that I "Converted" into a Nun. 

I always wanted to be a Nun. 

A fire engine, and astronaut too.

"DANCE!"

"DANCE!"

"If we can't fucking Dance!"

You can keep your

alleged

Revolution

"Dreams"