So I’m outside here at this unbelievable meeting that is getting ready to take place. Longest day. Is this the greatest holiday in the world? When I think of all of the things we call holidays and all of the things we celebrate, I think I could go with this one. Right now at a few minutes before the solstice which is tomorrow at exactly this time almost this time, this is what we get.

How do I describe this? It’s not a picture. Pictures aren’t shit next to this. Pictures are dead or should be. Look how much mischief and ugliness we create because we see things in pictures. Look at the evil that we are and that we do because of our visual understanding of things. We believe that things should look like something nspecific and somehow corilate to tastes engrained inside by the platform. It’s social conditioning and you look like something. My neighbors do this. They believe in pictures. One look at them and you can see that they look like what they are; white trash who think this is fine because they identify as whight and that’s enough for them. They feel lucky to be considered white.

Right. This seems to be the general problem with everything. I have this extreme urge to come outside and celebrate the solstice in my garden, which is astounding. Would you like to know the truth? I’m a fucking agronom. This means I have a good relationship with nature here on my little piece of heaven. My garden is beautiful and full of life.

The dress rehearsal is only 6 minutes away. I get to thinking horrible things about the neighbors and I just can’t stop from saying them. Maybe it’s tourette’s. I’ve never thought of that. I wonder how many psychological maladies I now have because of my neighbors. I wonder if I could sue them in court for this. I wonder if I could take them to court for driving me insane. What a motherfucker of a thought. I could make money off of the people trying to make money off of me. That would be vengeance.

Fuck. I talk so loud. I just took a therapy session with Sigmund Freud and he told me that my anger and violence comes from my mother. It’s true. She is the one who taught me about hysterical violence. She put that in me. Why was she hystericaly violent? This is a matter of culture. I suppose it has something to do with the Jews being forced to live with Russians and becoming so otherworldly paranoid of attack that they simply could not live their lives calmly. It’s in my DNA and the neighbors take advantage of it with their anti-semitism. This is cultural anti-semitism and their love of violence, hate and spreading evil and causing death to all things that they touch seems to give them a ense of fulfilment. Without ritual, without soul, without a thought in their mind about anyone else, they poison everyone and everything every day of their lives. This is poison. Do not let children near this place. This place is poisonous to children.

Of course they’re not going to listen to me. I have 3 minutes until the dress rehearsal and it occurs to me that I have not even told you the song that we are going to be singing this year to celebrate the solstice. Yeah, every year we sing a song. Let me get that song, I guess I got 3 minutes.

I’ll get you the video at the end

Sing the Body Electric

I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun

And I’ll look back on Venus
I’ll look back on Mars
And I’ll burn with the fire
Of ten million stars
And in time and in time
We will all be stars

I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the Earth

And I’ll serenade Venus
I’ll serenade Mars
And I’ll burn with the fire
Of ten million stars
And in time and in time
We will all be stars

Yeah (ooh)
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah

We are the emperors now
And we are Czars
And in time and in time
We will all be stars

I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet come
I toast to my own reunion
(My own reunion)
When I become one with the sun

And I’ll look back on Venus (back on Venus)
I’ll look back on Mars (back on Mars)
And I’ll burn with the fire (burn with the fire)
Of ten million stars
And in time and in time (and in time)
And in time and in time (and in time)
And in time and in time (and in time)
We will all be stars