Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Where to Begin (Again)?

Where do I begin when so much has passed that has not been written?

In the moment, 
I suppose.

With something beautiful...

❤❤❤

In this dry, desert climate, everything parches & crackles.

When I pet the cat -- who is not so much a skeleton anymore, but more of a bony steroid-plumped sausage -- in the rich, dark, darkness of the silent, high desert Night, her fur sparkles with electricity... & it looks just like fireflies.

I love fireflies

I love that cat. 

...& despite all of our whirly-gig, pants down, ass-end-up human foibles & hopeless stupidity,

I Love you.

5 comments:

  1. Who would think there was so much love in bony steroid - plumped sausages, and the electricity between us one and all!

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    1. Mr. Perrin!

      I love YOU & your whirly-gig electrical mind! In our strange tandem, may we continue to crackle & spark on.
      (I also love the new profile photo.)

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    1. Thank you Robert!
      Now for some dedicated catch-up. Including a certain IOU to you.

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