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:
Who would think there was so much love in bony steroid - plumped sausages, and the electricity between us one and all!
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.)
Welcome back Moma!
Thank you Robert!
Now for some dedicated catch-up. Including a certain IOU to you.
love ya back ;o)
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