comic book philosophy part II
This is part II. Click here to read part I.

This is part II. Click here to read part I.

![]() paper mache frog mask in Lady art - foto by smith shucks, we’ve been deprived of our potential illegal alien status - our FM3 visa came through today, so we’re legal for another 12 months. we’ll live here 11 months to run out our cable internet contract, then move further south to where it’s cheaper, less polluted, and has more water. fogging lotus, blind lotus, liquid lotus, slice of lime. i’ve come to worship water. much of my life has been a hanging on, an enduring, out waiting things until things got better, hoping always there was an other side which led to light. life is lighter now since i met lady. we’re in a place of sun, creating, 3 goals gone done, set to set our near way’s wend. the eyes are never full, the brain never quiet. ![]() graffiti - foto by smith |
![]() 1972 journal collage - foto by smith the pentagon has admitted using a pet crematorium to cremate 200 soldiers who died in iraq and afghanistan. amazing - they lie us into an illegal war, kill 4,000 americans, murder over one million iraqis, ignore the physically and mentally damaged soldiers who come back, burn dead soldiers in a pet crematorium, and then have the gall to say WE have to support our troops, that we’re undercutting the troops by pointing out the futility and illegality of the war. can you say “sleazy cowardly scum-sucking liars”? george bush - traitor ![]() political graffiti - foto by smith |
![]() graffiti - foto by smith
lady says “you’re … something,” and trails off. i tell her i’m a lone radio station from a far off place, with no format, no frequency, no tuning dial. ![]() political graffiti - foto by smith ![]() political protest - foto by smith |
| Someone or some “botty” hacked into the walkingthinice blog and inserted a virus. I think I’ve fixed it now by deleting the last ten posts and recent comments. I’m also changing our passwords.
If anyone sees any virus warnings when visiting the site, please email me at kathyvirgw [[at symbol]] yahoo [[dot]] com. I’m disabling comments for now. Thanks, Lady |
THEY NEVER TURN THE LIGHTS OFF HERE
The neighbor needed some money
The neighbor sold me to the takers
with white lipped sobriety
thinking of his family
The takers FedEX pragmatic packages
diapered, hooded and chained
in container planes
way out from who cares where
to nowhere
I wait in patient fluorescent
in the big safe institution of your fear
installed here between skin & prayer
the ingredients of a day
Imagine your eyes and hands
tactile tight in a concrete coffin
prison bar for sundial
paved under the unlawful awful blacktop
of your outsourced grasp
and feeble minded wrath
They never turn the lights off here
Shady Lady K