Friday, April 24, 2009


Is everything OK?  Is it time to jump over all my inner fences?  Have I feasted on the goo inside?  I on honeydew have fed and drunk the milk of paradise.

Sometime before the revolution I got into the habit of getting into the costumes of nuns.   Who among us have not?  None.  

Since then I have allowed the giraffes on the labels on avocados to talk to me.  I don't talk back, but I do pay attention.  
Jump.  I'm so glad for you that you don't have to feel my emotions right now.  They are a lot like a riot.  You are one lucky son of a bitch.

Is to twitter to crow, or to hawk?  The classic tweet: I taught I taw a puddy cat.

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