



the photos are in order from the top= 6 strings, sky with clouds, smoke from a burn nearby, and most important the ants i discovered under a rock in the meadow...this is a mystery to me...tiny ants caring for large eggs and smaller eggs...can't figure out how this can be...anyhow i think maybe the old woman in the sci-fi story was right...the ants will rule the planet eventually...last week i rented a room at "mine quest" or something like that...very interesting goings on their...first there was a so called painter in one room who suddenly turned up his boom box to play nasty rap too loud...white guy who looked like he might have some criminal intent...the first thing i noticed was a guy on a motorcycle with saddle-bags who looked like he was going to check into the room next to mine (lots of people who ride motorcycles do so because they are very difficult to track from ABOVE...then there was the woman with florida plates on her car who was a house/pet sitter or so she said...she said she was 72 years old...maybe...maybe not...i think she was a fake...then there was a large muscular white guy smoking a cigarette in the parking lot, then there was a scruffy looking white guy who came over and said he was the guy who i had yelled at the night before, except the guy i yelled at was a black man, and this fake guy apologized for screwing with me, and then there was a guy smoking a joint in the parking lot who was pretty aggressive and was growling under his breath about all kinds of stuff, and he said that there were bad mysterious things in the woods and he had been to prison on gun charges and so on and so forth...he had read thousands of books and a bunch of non-relevant crap wasting my time...he did not have stoned eyes however...after several minutes of blather he says he had gone to get his son in some city further south and he was headed to las vegas and was going to make a lot of money blah blah blah etc...then he opens the door to his room (next to mine and out comes a little boy who looked dazed and confused...i wonder if he had eaten breakfast since stoner dad seemed a little under organized...i was tempted to call the cops when he got into his car with the kid and bust him on reckless endangerment of a child...get stoned. drive to vegas with your kid...bad plan...then the large white guy with muscles says almost out of hearing,"keep him guessing" this was a show by team stupid who seem to have more money than smarts...AND...it is probably taxpayer money...there are so many incompetent people on the payrolls it is no wonder that this country (and especially arizona) is over-run with crime families...crime family values prevail...but i am pursued all across the globe and now as i age i realize i ain't gettin no younger so i have looked at my options available for an "actionable tort"...according to a dvd discussing non-economic damages i should consider this...physical pain,humiliation, loss of enjoyment of life, anxiety, mental suffering, inconvienence, emotional distress, grief, shame, embarassment, fear, feelings and loss of reputation, to name the more obvious possibilities...every time i go into a restroom i am followed by some clown who says he is checking the bathroom for kids,,,the slander which has surrounded me for a long time is that i am "interested" in children...the slander is that i am a drug dealer (pot being the most likey suspect) the slander is that i am a terrorist (due to the dollar i gave to greenpeace), the slander is that i am a violent and potentialy dangerous person...i kept hearing that i was going to be "put into a "home"..so i started looking at nice homes in the area, only to realize that there was a desire of the criminal element to have me declared unable to care for myself...and if i was kept in a controled situation i would not keep exposing the multitude of crimes and lack of government adressing these crimes...well i think if i had some of the money from damages (see the above list) i might be able to regain some joy after many years of suffering...so much for the daily trials and tribulations...when i was diagnosed with prostate cancer the woman who i spoke with on the phone said i had an agressive form of cancer...ok so several months later they decide to give me radiation treatments...so when i show up every day for the treatments two hispanic young men line me up on the machine and turn on the juice for perhaps a minute...well on a few of these sessions a couple of women were there and a couple of times one of the guys said "they did not even turn on the machine"...which may account for the evidence from the recent blood test that the cancer has returned...murder by medicine...yuma regional criminal center...no wonder they changed their name...now the oncologist wants me to have a head to toe ex-ray to see if they can spot any cancer...that is in yuma and i am here...so perhaps they could get me a flight from here to there on their nickle and then a flight from there to here after the x-ray...but i suspect that by the time i could get a lawyer to negotiate a settlement i will be dead from "complications of prostate cancer"...by the way even if the cancer ends up in the bones or the lungs it is still called prostate cancer...i wish i had had better medical personel now that i think about it...
"mourn the crushed ant/and despise the reason of the heel." from a Leonard Cohen poem in "Let us compare mythologies" (1956)