Week 5

4/23/12: The community image of anti-war protesters, tree hugging people, political corporate free territory is the perfect target for green politicians and green corporations. They set up their business signs and put "Caring for sale," in big letters. People follow the lure and listen to their proposition. After saying big artsy words, the clerks tell the customers how much they owe. The customers think, but remember they're for the green.
4/24/12: Sometimes I don't know why the Mother is rude to me. I make sure she is with me when it is feeding time or loving time. I've been practicing my singing yesterday, they tell me to quit meowing but I reached the Son at least. He's the only fan who will scratch my cheeks and play with my fur. He always changes the name for me, but I am me. I don't need to be called a anything or categorized as Cat.
4/25/12: The cherry blossoms bloom, Japanese fest has begun. Quickly, grab a bag of green tea and start a fire under the tree. Next buy a large batch of whatever fish and a rice cooker. Then brew tea, make a grill and make 60 rolls of sushi. Then eat and drink until your belly wants to crack open its shell.
4/26/12: Bellingham is a pilgrim's journey for monks. The path starts for whoever walk away from civilizations and walk up to the hills. There at the top of any hill, one must take everything they see within a second and draw it out from memory. They those who look at the view down below become guardians, but then the fun of living the town brings them back down.
4/27/12: The frequency feels weak these days , the creative blog here is shifting its schedule like factories with huge heat stoves and every person standing in one part of the row, putting part a - 82k then repeat again and again. The curse for such yearnings is from the spirits being released from their physical corpses of industry by the Bellingham bay. They command standardized order and encourage students to support the practice of ST tests. Predicting for us to remain predictable.
4/28/12: The soul burns to where there is no fuse. The gas energies are re-shifted into a crystallized tree branch. The soul simply wants power to be fleshy again. Run anywhere at great speed, and feel the burdens of being alone.
4/29/12: Once upon a time, Victorians journeyed to Bellingham and each said: "I say, tis a wonderful place to build houses." One eventually came to place a high-yet low quality flag on a hill and said. "I declare this land as the New United Kingdom of America." Then some drunk lard shot the flag stamper's pig and started a war between English and American citizens, or that's what the Tongue Waggler said.