I took my seat on the bus, as bus riders do, and folded up and tucked between the side of my seat and the wall was a Post-It NoteŽ.  I present it without evaluation or correction. 2009: it's 2009 the same old fucking story Fed Poison by our people to Protect a major company Jus . . . (More)

 I know exactly what I mean to be doing here, and I have no idea how to do it.  I want to strip all the coating off my skewed view, my experiences, what I have seen of the world and made of it.  This is all one can do with words, after all - or most of what's worth doing.  I am no solipsist . . . (More)