i’m forcing myself to change the subject today. not, understand, because this massively messed-up election and electorate isn’t on my mind twenty-four seven. because it is. i dream about it, and i daydream about it. and i’m far from finished with telling you what i think. i haven’t even really started yet on the governmental and economic inequities between red and blue states, which is becoming my obsessive passion.

but i have to force myself to take a break, because my little inner voice is telling me to do so. not those big loud voices that talk to me inside my head, which i’ve had to name to palliate them a bit. not those. my little self-preservation voice is telling me to do so.

so i’ll tell you about richard teeter, and el goya.
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