right. people are still killing each other all over the world. now, i've had my news fix for the day and i can escape into my hippie world with Cat Stevens. i mean, i've got a tough stomach, but hearing about bodies being exhumed, while crunching toast and brie, is a bit much.
i remembered why i started a blog- i hate mass emails and i want to keep in touch with my friends in 28 different cities and 10 different countries. now that i have defined my purpose, maybe my writing will be more focused.
said good-bye (again) to a man on a street corner (again). a street corner i pass often, but will now remind me of him. a man so cold, so square. me so warm, so fluid, or maybe so jelly. or was i cucumber and he baked alaska?
i've dreamt myself without skin. am i that much more sensitive than most people, or is everyone else just better at
pretending?
have you ever noticed how incredible the inside of a pepper is? i want to live in one. and no, i'm not on hallucinogens, just coffee.