I was going to write, rail, rant and rave about, oh I don't know, my usual; the media, cultural tourism, generic festivals, consumption, lies, deceit, blah, blah, blah but having the ezine hacked into yet again - this is the second time in as many weeks - I've decided to change track. I need to get away from negativity for a short while - I need a welcome relief - well at least for a few hours.

I noticed a spaceship high in the sphere observing earth -it could not see me, I thought, but perhaps it could. Activities - a white dot, that is all it was, for the moment; I wondered what they looked like inside that spacecraft (from where I was standing, watching, observing on flat terrain, I could see underneath their helm), "...what do they look like?" I questioned inside my mind a second time, or perhaps my second self, questioned me, as if I was what they were thinking.

"They come here, I'll shoot them." I said, but I knew they'd come when I and Rosa were not at home, so how can I shoot them, it was anger talking. "Well," I continued to say, "everybody's going to get it sooner or later around here a few time over until we wake up and become vigilantes," knowing we already got it once and someone tried it a second time, and I'm waiting for the third. But I knew our robbery at our house wasn't as bad as many, I pert near showed up in the onset, where some of the robbers clean out the whole house. I didn't ask about if they notified the police, it was very well known-you're on your own.