My Aunt accused me of being a "Fffucking Buddhist," recently--as she got off the phone to go center herself, and to send me a book by Pema Chodron.
My Aunt accused me of being a "Fffucking Buddhist," recently--as she got off the phone to go center herself, and to send me a book by Pema Chodron.
trees in the fall, the Pacific Northwest, filling in gaps, hugs, napes, smalls of backs, ankles, lips, nerdy glasses, nose studs, thasses, amber crystal eyes, Absurdism, fiction, non-fiction, revolutionism, isms-in-general, Mike and Matt Chapman, my sisters, talking, chatting, debating, walking, running, swimming, rice pudding, self-resisted exercises, pragmatic materialism, mysticism, childlike wonder, cunnilingus, pensive dogs, The Myth and Ideal of Equality, voice impersonations, my shitty craptop, writing, introspection, helping the people in my life, being an Aries, being a water dog, playing Evil
People I can't replace after getting to know them.
...Especially those who make me howl.
Let me list every band that I know the name of and/or ones I researched after passing by an open window on the sidewalk.
Artsy Fartsy.
Oh: "I don't own a TV, but when I watch I love soaps and the ads for Glade at 3:00 PM in the afternoon."
The Great Pansy (made me rethink going to Iowa)
James Baldwin, Doctor Ruth, my Adult Ed. teacher, Benjamin Franklin