summerstreaming
a blue afternoon, being off-color from the outside's scorching lemon yellow, is an indulgence i recall not having had in ages and bluesy times call for sadness songs, and what better way than courtney love singing, no, imploring in, malibu, this song, that for some reason breaks my heart, which never fails like a flashback of lightheaded memories, or a returning buzz. everlong (acoustic) too, and i swear i heard it on little nicky, the devil, even if it's not on the soundtrack. oh well ...
there's this fading sweetness of onions that linger in my mouth, from lunchtime's salsa, so now i wonder how vegetables, these things that i love, have much considerable green and goodnes to offer one a long and healthy life, when it can really be ever so subtly, stealthily, foul and salty, with the worst potential (for smell) best tucked under the arm (pits? my husband's ex-girlfriend? sshh... brad pitt? and you heard that one too?). oh well ...
the basic right of refusing to pick up the cellphone is always violated by conscience (guilty!guilty!), which always makes me pick-up on my sisters, moreso during an unholy hour of night, i would imagine, and the reason why i will do this precisely is for in case of emergency, which i hope does not happen anytime ever, but for which i OC on leaving the damn thing on nightly, which is the last thing i really want to do. oh well ...
if i were not under compulsion to blabber my thoughts as they happen, i should really be leaving as i should have done hours ago, because i have to go to the mall which really drives me nuts because it is a holiday, and people will be malling to while away the free day, and i will be going to the mall, but not of my free will, but for work, which is the best way to break spontaneity, in which case i better get going, before i start editing my thoughts. dang it's 5:23.
summerstreaming
Filed Under: Collage
there's this fading sweetness of onions that linger in my mouth, from lunchtime's salsa, so now i wonder how vegetables, these things that i love, have much considerable green and goodnes to offer one a long and healthy life, when it can really be ever so subtly, stealthily, foul and salty, with the worst potential (for smell) best tucked under the arm (pits? my husband's ex-girlfriend? sshh... brad pitt? and you heard that one too?). oh well ...
the basic right of refusing to pick up the cellphone is always violated by conscience (guilty!guilty!), which always makes me pick-up on my sisters, moreso during an unholy hour of night, i would imagine, and the reason why i will do this precisely is for in case of emergency, which i hope does not happen anytime ever, but for which i OC on leaving the damn thing on nightly, which is the last thing i really want to do. oh well ...
if i were not under compulsion to blabber my thoughts as they happen, i should really be leaving as i should have done hours ago, because i have to go to the mall which really drives me nuts because it is a holiday, and people will be malling to while away the free day, and i will be going to the mall, but not of my free will, but for work, which is the best way to break spontaneity, in which case i better get going, before i start editing my thoughts. dang it's 5:23.
summerstreaming
Filed Under: Collage
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