What is so ecstatic unknowable cutthroat glad as the walls of the flesh of the voice of betrayal —yet all the while lapped in talk more dull than the tick of a clock

L, formerly known here as Earthgirl (that's new Shakey), asked me to again go to No Kings with her tomorrow and of course I said yes. Unlike the previous two, the nearest one won't be on the Strathmore Music Hall campus - they refused to allow it - No Kings is from 11am to 1pm - since the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra is performing a treacly motherfucking Tchaikovsky (today in redundancy) symphony at 8pm, the fuck? Tchaikovsky? Kill me. Will be at the White Flint metro station - locals know the anger embedded in that naming. The fuck is this dope posting on a Friday afternoon, he asks himself. Hey, remember when Bardo Pond covered Brian Eno? I did this morning out of nowhereHome from Michigan. In the drive-around sampling, I saw 16 Al-Sayed yard signs, the majority in Washtenaw County, 13 Rogers yards signs, the majority in Jackson and Ingham counties, both as expected. Did not see a single bumper-sticker for any candidate. Voters of both parties, I was told by my son-in-law's father…