Werewolves make very bad neighbors.  They party all hours and eat drugs like popcorn.  This one has been up for a week and is ill natured.  They do not respect property or take responsibility for anything.  They are on the increase.  If you run or back down to them in anyway, you are doomed.       The Martello tower on the hill overlooks the Colorado, and was built by the Polk administration to repel the Mexican navy.  It cost over 2 million in 1840's dollars before it was discovered that the Colorado is unnavigable in any weather.

       Again with the beheadings.  I decided to post a late night sketch that seemed brilliant at the time.  This drawing means nothing and is really a cry for help.  Fuck it, post anyway.

     Tai Chi Saturday.  I am somewhat confident in the Long Form, and when I do even some of it with grace I feel wonderful.  This is the greatest excercise I've ever done, and I was High School Swim team for 4 years.  I spent the evening yesterday reading about Musashi Miyamoto and was slashing imaginary opponents with my air-sword every 5 minutes.  I love samurai stories and am not particuarly upset about WWII, anymore.  Tenno Hakka Banzai!      I need to add that I am well aware that Tai Chi is not Japanese, but Chinese.  That has nothing to do with it and as a typical American southerner, I would be hard put to identify either one on a map.

          The ill feelings toward our people came to a head, fanned by radio and television propaganda broadcasts.  An industrial magnate began to distribute "The Protocols of the Elder Rabbits", a murderous forgery that saw many of us killed.  We hit back hard, and after a few high profile assassinations and our policy of immediate retaliation took effect, we split off from the Carns.  Never again!

     Late night fear.  Decay of the Angel.  The centre cannot hold.  A grown man drawing anthro rabbits and such.  Why don't the ladies talk to me?

     I am missing a favorite cat.  I am very worried.  I am just heart-broken right now.  Please God send her home safe.

       It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet;       Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit.       The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever,       But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather.                                                                        Louis Macneice