11/30/10
She is trying to explain to him so he'll remember something. It feels impossible she thinks. The day is drizzly and cold. Oh China. Or was it Russia the fall of the czar the crazy grab for power, it was like ant fights. Red ants, green ants, black ants. All put together to fight for sugar. Poison sugar. That was Russia, a most beautiful city, turned into a heap of worthless junk self leveling. Sad. War chests grew. The Elite puff their chests look how powerful we are. We can make them do that to each other while we grow rich and fat and perverse in our rituals. He doesn't remember. She thinks it's like he's senile. Every one is Senile she thought.
