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I am anti-drama, unless I am dressed up like a dinosaur. Then, I’m all for it.
The mountaintops are looking mighty nice right now. A valley would do.
I am just about sick to death of this central square mile.
Smashed her up inside. Un-named allies have helped a great deal in this matter. Kids and mother, too.
(the monkey was an afterthought and changed the whole meaning of the picture. Turned it into a New Yorker cartoon. I am not suggesting that my un-named allies are monkeys. No way.
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Now there is a big new space in the garden and, of course:
That’s okay. Things sometimes need rearranging, don’t they?
Sure enough.
Took a hiatus, from most everything and most everybody. Got a new tattoo on the back of my left hand. Big diamond, blue-ish? Not sure about the blue. At some point, all the stories that this tattoo can tell will be told, but not right now. No way.
“I don’t really care.”
I thought for a minute…
“Well, I don’t want it to be a mushy diamond, or a bling-y diamond.
I want it to be a diamond that would punch someone in the face.”
I haven’t punched anyone, but I did plant flowers in the rain.
That is how my hands got dirty.
PROOF OF GOD! ...and other tragedies. 