25 July, 2019

Post Seedlings

...it's a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in bacon...mmmmmmm....

Reciprocity in relationships being an unattainable and possibly imaginary ideal, one is more enlightened when one realizes that there is never a reciprocal relationship. They're all uneven, one way or another.

Remind me to tell you the Joe Walsh story, Audience of One

Complex feelings about one of the many Michaels I know: I am a canvas on which he paints. Thinking what he liked about me was that I liked him and thought he was okay no matter what.

The Prince and how he felt all was not right in the universe when Coco and I weren't speaking

All the stories about Mother. Chronologicality is irrelevant.

Make me an offer I mustn't refuse. Most of the time a mobile home is more trouble than it's worth to maintain. Home on the range, safe with a flange Myopic microcosm of macaroni and mollycoddled macaroons

Now I'm just playing with the M and the O keys because they started off sticky and that worried me for a bit. Now they seem to operate fairly well or else my fingers have adjusted.

It's my new/old laptop, yet another sturdy, hard-to-kill used HP, bought from Cellphone Doctors in beautiful downtown Glen Burnie, with birthday money from Daddy.

The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. We hold these truths to be self evident.

Truth? You can't handle the truth. 

But I will tell you it anyway.