San Francisco Notebook ~ PMPope 2020©️

Especially for the Children and Animals of the Future

#1 Lord, please send protection against the deceptive fingers gripping this world a stranglehold all surfaces are corrupted either by chemical castration or our mutating organic nature please lift the masking from the vision of the filters from the cosmic reality that is actual dirt has become a shield electrons scream Alien DNA comes in copyright plastic wrap murder hornets and exploding populations of ticks screaming across every nook and cranny of our buttery goodness quaint Polaroid memories Mad, mad, mad cow disease exactly because America is so very awesome how can a country built on your name be systematically racist? Answer: it can't! Man can! There is no good man There is only man Humankind We run The tables We pop pop pop we compete against one another to our very last breath Every once in a while one jumps up...

Wet Spring Morning Electric Piano

it was the morning of the spring. As unpredictable as the weather patterns of the Mid-Atlantic could be, during this season, they would be this morning. What kind of southern hound, who enjoys the growl of rubber and asphalt, could stop himself from jumping in his car and taking in the music of wet asphalt and breaking clouds? Not i, gentle sleeper, not i. To let all the joy and misery of reality wheel about you, while the eye speeds past the clumping Wisteria, this must be what Morning from Peer Gynt is all about. The lilt of the flutes while the k9 task force SUV is situated in a hiding spot down the stretch of Old Statesville Road between Oak Drive and Gibbon Road. Of course he would give you a ticket if you accelerate to pass the crusty eyed drivers with no love for the visual paradise being offered. The mornings of spring are quite different from any other season....

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