I am needing new expletives for my condition. The bullshit that I used to feel is gone, mostly; now, it is all noise in my head. Noise to the extreme, yet I know that there will one day come a penultimate noise that is unrelenting and intolerable. I must save the "most extremist" words for that time. It seems, nearly always, that that time has come, but it hasn't and like the Rapture, it is unpredictable. I have to meet the AntiRat or is that AntiChrist?? Who knows.
I need a pair as big as this squirrel's set, if I am to make it through the summer. I don't know how else I can pull it off. I am as frightened of my future as I have ever been, the ringing is very severe. You may now enjoy the picture of Herr Squirrel. I took it with my new 100-400 mm lens, in Bear Ck Park; he was about 30-40 feet up in the tree and I had no idea he was totally nuts until I downloaded the photos. Das ist alles.
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