streets, and people on them.
Iran, right now…. folks are up and at it. Peacefully gathering with a will to be felt. And if they are forced upon, it will be justly, the blow from defense. I”m not really sure where I was going with that. Just a fuzzy flow. Something like the writing gits I would get at the Dancing Goat, OLy way. Wired from the shots of espresso that I was sipping on for the first times, still a baby my coffee addictions were. I was on some race, class, and gender overload style writings, trying my best to be a bell hooks. I think i’m at the goat with this, from the start of Iran, is because of something about a need to smell the moss in moist woody Northwest. I have a trail in F lot to find, I have to get a piece of chicken at the most silly KFC ever, at the very tip of the Southen most point of Pueget Sound. Right there next to the salmon ladder, where the harbor seals chill and get full from the high stepping salmon, I have to peep Priest Point Park, walk up to the Mill House, maybe head to Lacy for some Korean bbq. So yeah, I gots to head that way. Peter Bohmer might be behind my thoughts on Iran now that I think about it. I love it. That dude is a super teach prof fella. He trusted me to write something called the Free Lunch, if you’ve ever actually had the free lunch program, lunch tickets and all, you know what i’m saying. Ok, then…