Sat 14th 


It’s pouring. Supposed to keep pouring for the next two days.  A very Bergman beach. O the poor weekenders. I am glad I have no visitors.  Will read and nap and fix up my painting  


… and watch the military parade today … such fucking shit. He is a madman who I hope will outstep his bounds and get shit on in a deadly fashion. Kent State times this day, this time. I hate him. 


Wow there is a guy playing his guitar on the soggy beach. I would love to hear what he’s singing. He nods his head, keeps a beat, pivots and walks back to the stairway and ambles away.


I went to the art auction last evening. Small and less impressive than I anticipated. Lots of crashing waves, nude guys, birds. 


which girl do u think is better? 










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