Egads!

My beautiful Small Rat is an accursed ice-cube chewer. And the boys would chew tinfoil.

It's Weird...

...to open this out of habit, when I don't really have anything to say. It's possibly even more weird to have nothing to say.

A Poem Plus

The Poem:

Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men

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Plus: Did that plant work thing today. It was cool. I got to do lots of planting into basically clean potting soil (easy) and talk to gardeners while I did it. There was someone named Chris there, who was the only person I didn't talk to (hah, hah). Now I'm home, at about the time everyone else is going out for lunch (?3pm, what?) and thinking of going to the fish store, or to Playland. Or cleaning my bedroom, which really needs it *sigh*. I think cleaning the bedroom might be the thing responsible adults do. It'll let me randomly pick up women and bring them home for weird sex (yeah, right).

I (heart sign) Juggler.

I want more bettas.

Greenhouse going up... soon. So close, I can taste it. It tastes like sweat and dirt and green.

Wearing the cowboy hat is way, way better if I wear a bandanna under it. Go figure. Thank you, Estry, for showing me how to wear a bandanna way back when.

The world is a vampire.

Mindblowing

I'm cuting to preserve your friends lists, but do read it. Say it aloud as you do.

Tristan Tzara

There is no such thing as a dada lecture
a manifesto is addressed to the whole world
I am opposed to every system except one
love is irrational and you are the reason

a manifesto is addressed to the whole world
but bells ring out for no reason at all
love is irrational and you are the reason
I am a bridge harboring your darkness

but bells ring out for no reason at all
you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a bridge harboring your darkness
let's not lash ourselves to the flagpoles

you are a fresh wind assaulted by sails
I am a wound that sprays your salt
let's not lash ourselves to the flagpoles
let's not swim to the music of sailors

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Edward Hirsch