the apartment is like post katrina, everyone's asleep and totally exhausted. we ate pakistani biryani and tikka food today it was beautifully hot and the mango lassi quenched the fire. discovered a new minimal taste for the summer the tall coffee flavored frappuccino with no whipped cream. i'm planning to get in shape again someday eventually if i live much longer. both of my daughters resemble napoleon bonaparte at the age of eleven months. everything makes me sad and fills me with pathos, everything gives me hope and fills me with joy. everything makes me distrustful of politicians and their agendas, everything makes me contemplate a supernatural solution to this amoral, secular decadence. all of my education has only given me a fear of speaking my mind. of saying what i really think and feel. i feel like death and violence is a cop out and that human beings are selling their humanity to be worse than animals. i see gross mutation happening everywhere and not evolution. evolution is hidden and happens only on a spiritual plane unseen by the naked eye. of only we would take responsibility for ourselves none of these atrocities could be committed in our name.
an uncertain peace of mind...
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