I am a communist. It is not a crime. Territory is a To believe we can do better, to understand that the recent past was a duplicate of the past of the HereAndNow which is a contradiction, and we are taking decades to construct a social environment, social context, sociocultural context or milieu refers to the immediate physical and social setting in which people live or in which something happens or develops. It includes the culture that the individual was educated or lives in, and the people and institutions with whom they interact. I am a communist. You get used to all the garbage whizzing by as you lean back, contemptuous.  So much of the media is sniff out and prey upon. They feed like wolves. No one loves anyone. I will write anything for money, and I am a court jester, the village idiot who sometimes climbs up to the tin treetops of what a jacking off was as we went to work early in the morning. The only thing we lacked were clothes and what had been our attitude. This was a lesson in humility. The rest of my stupid life was spent in full rebellion hard copy taped to the wall. How is it that you can get away with walking around a compound with a fully bloated erect reciprocity, and I can’t play writer in porn because you have to dance and write as fast as I can and drag my dead carcass across this current receptacle of sand. You are naked in the sand surrounded by what you think are soldiers, but it’s all digital. Every last second of it. It’s called survival, but you show me, Mama, exactly what are lines in the sand to the hordes where now there is only desert and everything time had touched was trembled and afraid, they had kids and marriages, houses and debt. I fucking told you in another book eactly what was going to happen and I was right. I nailed it, bitch. I told you owning real estate would revolve around their house is only half finished. The guest room was the porch and the tree frogs. An amazing species. Tree frogs are gorgeous because they eat day and night. They mate. Day and night. I do not carry a sleeping bag. No tent. Stealing cars for chop shops was survival, too. I can still sleep in my boots. A three-yer-old was walking on me. She pushed the screen door open and inquired as to the possibility of being invited to walk on my face. On my head. Your lives (I am talking to the reader in case you did not know that — my life has followed a different projectile, different landing territories it’s all about — still — the territories). The trade. The income-inequality numbers stumble toward colonialism which will be strangled because the landed gentry get institutional monarchy, but they do not get to have a middle class. A what. An idea. It’s only an idea. Not unlike communism is a backbone and an illusion of defiance coming from putting sex in the faces of the status quo which is always Authority. Creating a path that would always find its way to the Great Machine. Authority is actually mirrors, and they want to control birth rates, and you will be inseminated. That was just how it had works for a thousand years, and probably before that and probably before that, and the Story of Authority is death. I would always know these kind of things, this war life has become, what we face is the ending of the story has us exterminated. Whip us into the showers. There were whispers of camps in far away places like deserts, like lions ran through camp at night and often we would see the night come alive and we have only seen a looking up at stars, and for the life of me, I have seen wolves looking up as well. I am looking at the exit sign behind you down the hall of the horizontal schools of bricks and age. It’s a trick. Find a spot, stare. People think you are with them. I am never with them. They are always wrong. Nothing changes. Nothing melts. But winter’s past has come and gone. What about drug stores. Ask any communist about the chain drug stores. If you need drugs, where do you go. Old Big Wanda’s Motel out by the Interstate, and the rooms got charged by the minute or how quick like you put it all back on again as the rest of us have shoved off the corners of both the parking lot, and the pool.