From the American

Hey, Sergey. What do you want? Can I talk to you please for only a moment? Say what you have to say. You do understand that pollution is bad, right? Пиздец блядь сука… No. I don’t need you to create a big wall to defeat anything. Nothing will change. I just want to know if… Continue reading

I’m a little worried if I can pull this one off. I don’t remember being this fucked up in a long time. I have a couple of stories of medical catastrophes. I’ve been ridiculously sick before. But I haven’t really been sick since I became vegan 5 years ago. Since becoming vegan, nothing ever really… Continue reading

It’s 6:30 and I’m done. I can’t do it today. Just one thing after another and I just can’t do it. I’m too sick and my leg is too fucked up. A little while ago I made an effort. I managed to water half the field. These were the pumpkins who looked like they just… Continue reading

Where am I right now? Right now I am on the couch in my office on the wet spot. The couch has a wet spot and I have been situating myself on the other side, in fact let’s go back to the other side. There, much better. I hate to bring up issues of homophobia… Continue reading

The two films I have today are from August 8th, 2021. This was the day that this lady got a policeman to come to my house and threaten me with a pistol for over an hour. It never actually seemed to him that there was something wrong with what she said. Later, he seemed to… Continue reading

I’m just sitting here taking it easy on a quiet Sunday evening. The war between my neighbors and I took place very quickly at 5:30 am. Needing to answer their use of a gasoline powered weed wacker to destroy every living thing they could possibly get their hands on on Saturday, I decided to do… Continue reading

Boy oh boy, the Wagners are in Belarus. Doesn’t that make you feel warm all over? It’s really early on a rainy Sunday morning and we are in the middle of a shitshow. They’ve created a soap opera that creates a convenience story to move the Nazis into Belarus. The murder games that the leaders… Continue reading

I am sitting on a stool underneath the cherry plum tree. Actually it’s more of a giant cherry plum bush. Another mutant, like me. Did this morning go well? The truck with our winter’s wood did not show up yesterday. No call, no explanation. This had me worried because I’m not going to work on… Continue reading