I've seen this a few times in the past - not often - and always I think at night. At first you would think it is exhaust from a dryer - but there is no laundry here. It actually seems to be smoke. In this case, it was a warm night - so this wasn't condensed water vapor. It must have been some kind of particulate, like smoke. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oyHGMBXY7MU

he following entry was written by Erika Schlaeger on April 3 1989. Erika may have played a part in the murder of former Beatle George Harrison and who I now see was definitely linked to the attack and eventual murder of Bret Bowman via her links to crime boss Mike Payne of Pierce County, Washington. --- Once upon a time there was a mugwort plant in a pot. The girl who was charged with its rearing named it Heidekraut. They often took baths together and watched the 5:00 sun as they soaked the last of the mist turned water into their veins. Heidekraut loved the dirt that she lived in and her roots tingled when the girl would move her from the window sill to the bathroom and back. The movement brought air into the jarred blackness that protected her deepest ties to her little plot of earth. Often when Heidekraut sat in the bathroom alone without the girl bathing at her side she would think back to the times when she sat on the Red Owl plant table suffocated by the packaged products which surrounded her in that putrid fluorescent light. Then she lamented over her transplant of fate, away from her greenhouse bed to a fucking Red Owl. At least the greenhouse had steam and cold windows sweating tears to cool her earth; the blackness she shared with her younger siblings. If the children who pulled at her leaves didn't assure her end, the mothers who screamed at them to come away from the plant table would. Heidekraut didn't complain much to herself about the plastic that stretched over the oranges across the way from her, she just laughed hysterically as her leaves got lower and lower at the whole concept of skin needing to be covered by more skin. In those days she grew weary with humans who needed to be sold, who didn't know the true meaning of dirt. Her thoughts must have emitted an oxygen of intensity and concern for one day a man came to her and lifted her off the plant table. He made a gift of her to the girl. And the girl cared for her and the man. This is fiction. He'd like to think he is the problem. Away from the guy I usually sleep with and I can't stand it. What can anyone say in such a situation? Far distance a big sectoral gap in a telephone wire. It's biological. It's geographical. It's sex in the spring. Scandalous isn't it. Throughly enjoyed it? Imagine That --- The following entry is a dream of mine from April 6 1989 Try and eat LSD. It looks like pink bubblegum. I think I should only take a tiny piece but a guy says I should eat a wad. I think that's a lot. LSD is micrograms but then maybe it's diluted. I say I don't think it's as good in the midwest, maybe not as potent. I eat a wad. There is no noticeable effect. Later I say to the guy sarcastically "Great acid, huh?" They say "yeah." Maybe I eat more. A bean mix (like dried/roasted beans) with garbanzos, black beans, and something else (peas?) It tastes good but it's dyed red. I don't like that it is dyed red. It looks like those dyed potpourris - the red dye makes the black beans blacker and the garbanzos reddish. I am put in jail - for being drunk? Jail is a weird place - orange floors? The strip you down and immerse you in tanks of water partway. I still have my garbanzo mix. I protest about this - I don't want to spend the night in a tank full of water. They try and clean you first. I get out of jail the next day, or it is still late at night - I have been there with a friend/brother - we come to the door of our house. Friedrich Nietzsche is our father. We are hesitant to ring the door bell because he's probably asleep, won't want to be woken up (he'll be angry).... nut then there's nothing else we can do. So we ring and he let's us in. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKjGcLXcMAE