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Last Saturday night a mountain lion killed 7 Alpacas at a woman's ranch north of fort bragg. It didnt acutally eat any of them. Our culture has now corrupted even the wildlife ( Read more... )

My Sunday morning indulgences:
homemade blackberry jam, from the ones we picked in the woods
bob marley sining thank you lord for everylittle thing
letting the wind from the approaching storm blow soap bubbles
laundry lines in the fog
pulling the cats tail
standing on my head to improve my circulation

It just got cold ( Read more... )

Homemade cream of broccoli soup, ciabatta rolls, cold albion coffee and I am happy today ( Read more... )

I envy ostriches.
Their heads buried.
Their ostentation
and long eyelashes
in the sand.

another beautiful day ( Read more... )

Here I sit, wondering if Ive fallen subject to the swine flu. Evil cough. plugged nose. Im rifling through my cough drops, looking for a golden ticket in their midst, my train fare to the candyman, I want gobstoppers not 'halls defense'. Where the schnozberries taste like schnozberries. mmm. Instead I had tauperamen for breakfast, chased by vitamin ( Read more... )

One of my favorite part of mornings as a child was waking up in my Grandfathers house to the noise of a dozen people making cream of wheat, fighting and laughing in a kitchen washed in a golden midmorning primer of light. The noises excited me, and I used to take a few minutes to get my bearings, then stumble out of bed. Opa would have cream of ( Read more... )

I love silent I love yous whispered across crowded back yards in states so foriegn they could be run by Laszlo SOLYOM. I wore red roses today. And embraced eye shadow. There is nothing like red wine, sex in the city and homemade bread to compensate for goddamn insomnia. Can I Mature like a wine cask? Weddings are scary but in a way I cannot define ( Read more... )