(The Glass is) Half-Assed Full

LOVE

Sometimes I think there is a great inhalation waiting motionless under the surface of the culture that will carry us all forward, toward... love.

yes. LOVE!



All of the little notions ever noted about peace and tolerance and compassion will gather together and build momentum, like a wave, until their time comes to break over the earth like psychedelic concerts of the 60's. Call me a dreamer.

Sometimes I believe in the thousands of things that "go right" every day. That without those built in, we would have failed long ago. That Robert Indiana was right



and the radian measure with which the letter must be rotated in order to return it to its upright position would be much too tidy, like midwestern manicured lawns



upon which white couples in folding chairs reminisce about Hiroshima and Nagasaki.