But first: Trump to a "T"
Some of these things are historic, in terms of Lubbock history, although Lubbock does not really have much of a history.
Next time, back in the garden and that's where I'll be for a long time.
About to finish off these views of something in Lubbock. Something in Lubbock. Some THINGS or PLACES in Lubbock. Stuff in Lubbock. It's what I do.
Lubbock is where I am. Far from perfect but there are places much worse. Living here has pros and cons. I'd never move, though. Too many ties and too many connections and far too many memories. And I hate moving. I've always hated moving. I don't even like traveling. I've never liked traveling.
I'll finish this next time and head back to the garden.
Yes, again, getting close to the end of a photo series. Don't know where I will go next, but have a lot of garden photos to fill the gaps.
Maybe I should try Coyote Candle again. There might be some new stuff there.
I'll have to think about it. Many places are still off limits for emotional reasons.
I've always wanted to do this. Variations of the same thing.
All of a sudden I'm reminded of Andy Warhol. I didn't start off thinking in terms of a tribute. I don't think this is. This evening I ought to listen to some old Velvet Underground and Lou Reed. "Gonna KILL-- KILL your SONS!" That would make a nice trumptard death cult mantra as school starts. They'll kill your daughters, too. Sooner or later the trumptards will kill themselves, and that can't happen too soon.
There. I did it. And not a minute too soon. More next time, but not this again.
Got a lot of hits from Russia, of all places, yesterday. Probably hacking attempts. My passwords are fiendish-- based on the Kabbalah. Guess any one of my passwords and you die an agonizing death.
There's nothing like an outdoor bath on a blazing hot Texas day. Bring your own water, if you can find any.
This gives a sense of where we are. More next time.
Next time, back in the garden and that's where I'll be for a long time.
