Friday, January 6, 2012
uma in the sky with diamonds
LARVAE
is the new term that my daughter introduced me to. it would seem the majority of the new generation members aspire to existing as larvae. well at least here, in agen (a small town in the south of france), though i suspect the desire for larvae existence is well and alive in all of the western, first - world - type places.
when it comes to regular blogging.... my self discipline deludes me. and here the use of the new word, even if in a completely incorrect fashion (though you will see, it's part of the larvae territory).
i run my blog in a very much larvae custom.
i do have a damn good excuse:
well, i can't actually share it with a wide audience. might result in shaming myself and betraying
something of a fish brain tendency.
larvae - brain!
this thing is proving rather useful.
when it comes to regular blogging.... my self discipline deludes me. and here the use of the new word, even if in a completely incorrect fashion (though you will see, it's part of the larvae territory).
i run my blog in a very much larvae custom.
i do have a damn good excuse:
well, i can't actually share it with a wide audience. might result in shaming myself and betraying
something of a fish brain tendency.
larvae - brain!
this thing is proving rather useful.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
tomorrow i'm leaving.
tomorrow i'm leaving she said.
but she didn't say where.
we know she will have 2 slices of stale bread for breakfast because she
has that every morning.
if she doesn't, she gets crunky and stumps around the house
and looks at everybody in that very particular way
that makes them feel guilty.
also
she will have tea.
but what will happen after she has her bread and tea?
will she linger?
will she put the red shoes on, or the ones she got at the end of scot's land?
will she pet kuba, the cat?
will someone see her walking out the door or will she just vanish into the fog silently.
well...
she won't vanish into the fog, coz there's no fog, and she certainly won't manage to do it silently.
she is, after all, a fully grown elephant.
but she didn't say where.
we know she will have 2 slices of stale bread for breakfast because she
has that every morning.
if she doesn't, she gets crunky and stumps around the house
and looks at everybody in that very particular way
that makes them feel guilty.
also
she will have tea.
but what will happen after she has her bread and tea?
will she linger?
will she put the red shoes on, or the ones she got at the end of scot's land?
will she pet kuba, the cat?
will someone see her walking out the door or will she just vanish into the fog silently.
well...
she won't vanish into the fog, coz there's no fog, and she certainly won't manage to do it silently.
she is, after all, a fully grown elephant.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
the day of things that remain best unmentioned
nothing tragic. just.... unpleasant. there are symptoms of : fever and therefore that very irksome pain right behind the eye-balls, abdominal pain, and swooziness all around. and because i am suffering from all the above plus more i am going to go to bed now
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