I’ve been thinking. Moving to Portland…Anchorage…someplace else

besides Los Angeles. Where we would live a beautiful placid life

surrounded by nature and happiness. Ah…don’t think so. There is no

place safe of WFI…news…imbecile politicians. A crazy idiot man trying

to be elected President one more time. Which he could he probably be.

Saying two plus two equal five. No. We’re staying right here.

In the middle of everything and nothing. Before the sun and stars.

The cricket by our window and feeding the crow in the morning.

We can not desert them.

I’d rather desert my brother than the cricket and the crow.

EO