"you're funny"
"you don't know anything, do you?"


"I'm not sorry for liking girls."
"I'm no longer your MOTHER!"



I like having fun too. Yesterday everything expanded and got filthy.
I can't tell how much is in here yet. It's expanding. While I work away decorations, trees,
cablefliers appear. But not that they appear; they were always there. It is only my noticing
that changed.

Expansion is like that, it's a pain. A parenthetic tree, dripping value unevenly into my
sidelines. Not my focus - no that is always laser clear.

Right now, dancing edges and shrieking shrinking significancies, it is comforting the refrain:

"you don't know anything, do you?" spoken by Karen Black in Martin Scorses' first film You're a Big Boy Now 1966.
I am one I am one!