I think I have been trying to seek too much meaning out of things. I hover as a boring drone who goes to work and comes home in a routine so mundane, chewing my toe nails might add a titillating element to it. I only have myself to blame. I went out and picked a bouquet of flowers this afternoon, and put them in a vase next to an orange bowl of peaches (I started singing "Peaches" when my mom gave them to us) and an empty blue wine bottle. It looks beautiful. I wish everything could be that simple and sensual.
L saw a bumper sticker a few days ago on an old truck he described having a gun rack with gun, colored red with gray bondo. Attached to the bumper was a sticker that flagrantly described his personal philosophy:
Brazen, huh? I laugh but I cringe. There are some scary people out there.