It only hurts when I think.    Everything.    Actually the quote I believe was...  "Hey how are you doing?'      ' Great if I don't think about it.'   Couple of cab drivers.  If you don't mind it fits me to a T. It naturally represents every damn thing in the world that has my head hurting, eyes burning, brain over-packed by the wash of..... yeah, yeah, yeah...Hush guy! people are trying to sleep.    Insomnia unrelenting. Someday, someday, someday, I'll pick my ass up off the floor and go out and Stand Up and make things right in this world.    In the absence of solutions I could go out and flog the growing angry Right. Snarl snap goldarn Republicans destroying my country well I ought to. What a crock of bleep! Doesn't it get old. I know you are good people as you hurl an epithet from your SUV or wherever you are like my next door neighbor with his "Progressive' signs hanging from the side of his building. Hysterical really and I don't mean it in a funny way. But I suppose one needs to always look for the humor.    What rages me to the deepest parts of my being is the destruction in my own town and county. Right now propaganda  pumped up and out from a local newspaper trying to clear the way for the developers and their politicians that rule California and my County ... Affordable housing... Disabled housing... Please just leave my County if you have the gall to destroy my gorgeous land just because you are old and disabled and think you are entitled to have someone build new housing just for you....with all these nice financially flush Non-Profits floating around Marin County with nothing better to do than build fresh crap housing over what was once was beautiful Landscape. Where nature could exist and I...... I can't write at 5:04 AM I just can't. I need a brain again someday.  My upstairs neighbors are tossing and turning because they can hear the ratatat of my keyboard because I live in the cellar of a substandard (cheap) rental (but I have the creek) and their is no insulation plus my ceiling their floor can be reached by me and I can lay my palm flat against the ceiling when standing up and I could be getting up and playing the guitar and making great progress every time I can't sleep (every night)  but I hate to disturb my neighbors and frankly my problem besides not having the intelligence to find away of making a decent living in Marin County California (which with all the flat-out commercial potential of Badlands I mean Bandlands is embarrassing) ...my problem basically the same as Fellini's Uncle in the movie Amarcord. That's right,.well then rent it this weekend it will explain everything plus you will (you might) laugh really hard.  See you in Maine in August if the world is still here.  It's a round world and boy we humans sure get around.  Time to try again. sigh.. (why bother) I'll sleep like a baby someday.  Have you heard of Kelly Peterson yet? Kind of lullaby like.      Guy W. Meyer, Jr.                   July 19, 2007         San Anselmo, California               guy@lifesignsphoto.com