Copyright Statement

Today I thought of a defense if I ever have copyright problems in any of my books, which is to say that I am a conscientious objector for copyright law. I mean who can argue with that?   I do worry about things like brand names not wanting free advertising, or not being allowed to freely share a facebook share, or worst of all, accidentally copying entire books by other people because of a mix of photographic memory and dementia. I mean of course I am joking, but I do have weird mental gifts and deficits, and occasional feelings of false deja vu when I write, and I have permanently deleted about twenty poems because of these kinds of fears.  And I can't just go back and reread every book I have ever read to be safe each time I write a poem.  And people say no, you know when you copy someone and you know that you have been a very bad person who pretended that you wrote Les Miserables and Tale of Two Cities. But actually, that is not true, and I am still only at the level where I pretend that I have read the classics, not written them. I really don't always know which Amtrak stations all my trains of thoughts departed from, and even if I did, I would still probably get it mixed up with the train station in the new novel I am working on called Anna Karenina.

This post should be in a library.

  Well hi everyone, I am typing this at the library. You guys did not know that I knew where a library was did you. Well I am at the library now so now who has the last laugh. Well it isn't me because we are supposed to be quiet at the library.  I am waiting here for my support group that starts at 6:15.  There was a jigsaw puzzle downstairs when I got here and the picture was just of the garage of a normal house.  I think that is pretty funny because it is kind of like an art movement of hyper realism or just realism except it is so normal that being an image for a jigsaw puzzle is abnormal which then makes it interesting again.

   The reason I am going to the support group is because I think that people probably picked that puzzle out just to entertain me and have also tampered with every single aspect of every day life and influenced every single interaction I have with anyone I talk to or don't talk to.  Even though I think everyone is in on it, it still seems wrong and weird to confront people about it every time something bothers me, so I go to this group where I can say okay the conspiracy is bothering me. 
   Anyway I ate at IHOP earlier so now who's laughing.  Well it still isn't me because I am at the library just like I was a few minutes ago when I started this post, and just like I was a few seconds ago when I said "just like a few minutes ago when I started this post."

Not a Game

   Well everyone, today is September 22. I just got back from a trip to SC.  It was really fun and I got to stay in a hotel, which I almost never get to do. I went to my old college for a reunion of all the mascots from over the years.  But of course not all the mascots could be there, and I missed the final field ceremony which would have been great.  I went to the game but got delayed and went in the wrong gate and could not tolerate the crowd, and I felt like the conspiracy was torturing me and I left while I still could without getting trapped where a cab could not reach me.  Later I thought maybe I should have tried harder to stay but I just couldn't. So sometimes I have a sad feeling, but mostly I am glad I went. It brought back a lot of memories of mascot days, but it also made me feel a little traumatized. I could barely watch the new mascots entertain everyone.

   Now I am back home with my wonderful pet guinea pigs who are all three together in the same cage and getting along great.  So everything is great except for all the headlines that suggest we are on the brink of nuclear war with countries that we could have bombed with regular bombs at any time in the last twenty years.  And people are also about to take away health care and try that same pre-existing condition scam that was also a problem for twenty years and should never have been tolerated.

   So I am thinking about heaven sometimes and how things will be different and I will mostly be playing cards in the basement of some stone building in a green valley with a lot of slushie delivery services nearby.  Fred, Roger, and Dave, who are my guinea pigs, will no longer need a cage and will probably also be playing cards with me and my friends, and we will all have a little stash of gold coins and other interesting valuables on the table.  And I will get dealt five jokers and win a golden pocket watch that projects a portal to any one of the billions of USC games being played throughout eternity.