i am no longer able to post pictures. i am truly in mourning for this unexpected handicap (not mine, blogger's... ok, maybe mine.) and will attempt to remedy the situation.
parceque, bien sur, sans images j'ai plus rien a dire. jsuis devenue la fille aux images.
i am, needless to say, becoming quite skeptical of words, especially my own. and until i figure this out kids, until the images come back to do some justice to this otherwise brittle and ambiguous medium, i may be a little silent. or continue to not say much at all, like the fact that

it's a wonderful day today, and that a caterpillar is gnawing away at a chilli plant outside, creating a hole into the thick red skin of it and slowly engulfing the killer seeds. i have been anticipating some sort of quiet microscopic explosion, but so far there has been none.

finally,
here is a poem, because yes.

(and i imagine
never mind Joe agreeably cheerfully remarked when
surrounded by fat stupid animals
the Jewess shrieked
the messiah tumbled successfully into the world
the animals continued eating. And i imagine she, and
heard them slobber and
in the darkness)
stood sharp angels with faces like Jim Europe
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