a letter to the police

dear fort morgan county police force & jail,

fuck you.
i won't deign to thank you for releasing donte today. fuck you for your long-winded bureaucratic oppression, your institutionalized racial and sexual profiling, and for locking up my friend.
this world might be safer and happier if you quit, closed down, and went home to your families and friends and acted like real, compassionate human beings.
oh, and fuck you to police in general for gathering en masse on my doorstep to "protect" east hyde park from black kids hanging out on the stoops. fuck you. we don't need your "protection" or your fearmongering.

yours, with relief and continuing anger,
eliot

wikipedia shook my hand!

On Handshakes

The handshake is initiated when the two hands touch, immediately. It is commonly done upon meeting, greeting,parting, offering congratulations, expressing gratitude, or completing an agreement. In sports or other competitive activities, it is also done as a sign of good sportsmanship. Its purpose is to convey trust, balance, and equality.^[6]

Unless health issues or local customs dictate otherwise a handshake should always be made using bare hands. In some regions especially in Continental Europe attempting to perform a handshake while wearing gloves may be seen as an inappropriate or even derogatory behavior. In traditional American etiquette the requirement to remove a glove depends on the situation - "A gentleman on the street never shakes hands with a lady without first removing his right glove. But at the opera, or at a ball, or if he is usher at a wedding, he keeps his glove on." (wikipedia)

From an alternative source: Squids often link tentacles for similar purposes but it is considered highly inappropriate to touch an indisquidual's leftmost tentacle unless the participants are intimately involved.

on that note,

hello to le toast, a.k.a. ethan, and to iah, who have ascended to meet us on our descent (or vice versa).

I have a dream

I dream of open aggression without any passivity at all.
I dream of spit and fart.
I sail upon the unspent charge of revelry, cavalry.

In a tick, like a blooming time-rose, a spindly swish will wipe away polite. How can I be so sure, you ask?
I guess it's just a dream.