It was that first feel of ozone as I left work this morning. A greeting so familiar and hoped for and so surprising.
Today would be good for ...
Icelandbob's Music mix.
Keats' Endymion
Fellini: I'm a Born Liar
wings at Carson's
Cardamom tea
Charles Lamb's Essays
Monster Commute from the beginning
Blank-it from the beginning
OR
...adventure with ninja electron wearing galoshes and rain-proof capes with neon goggles - we go to find the perfect person to run a by-the-cup tea and coffee shop in Brownville who will also have granola bars and fruit and sometimes some bean soup with carrots in it that tastes of thyme and parsley and bay leaf and who grows basil in the window for the love of it. we fly on her unicorn cat steed named Claude. we end the day with cocoa, bitter and thick, and croissants and also lasagna that someone else cooks for us. and then someone we know will draw the whole thing and then we will make it a poster and then never be recognized on account of our face-covering, but not really hiding, clever masks. maybe with feathers. made of old yarn and pipe cleaners and starch paste.
i really need to write more.
I think I will do ALL OF THIS. except for the part about all of the reading - that shit just gets in the way.
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