Come visit a lot of new things.

I want that kind of responsibility.

A trip to the Huntington Gardens.

My, there were cameras.

Do you know how?

One could fit two or three people.

Do we even care about the sky?

I mean the way it looks?

We are usually afraid of beautiful.

We often wonder how it got to be as such and

how much it is going to cost us.

the sky was extraordinary yesterday evening.

Generally it is artificially caused,

resulting in the suffering of something,

dead animals or fish rot or villages next to plants or cars that shit out something.

This morning as well.

It was just plain delightful.

Not so much so that it was unusual and questionable.

This was just, old school, plain, sincere, pretty.

Can that still happen?

Yeah,

But, big fucking deal.

The Dancers from Shanghai

in the Rose parade.

I don't know.

Little girls, heavily made up, with bicycle safety helmets,

wacky eyes over the breasts, and a smiley

face, barney, telatubby look.

Kind of has a Henry Darger feel to it.

I mean the whole set up.

Not the drawing.

Or does it?

Does it?

I don't know.