Books
I still have no desire to trade in my books for a kindle.
I buy books at garage sales and I feel like I’m rescuing puppies. Come home with me little books, I will huff your musty pages and tickle your spine.
I would like to get all my favorite classics in hardcover. I wish I still had my Denim Blue Nancy Drew series, I lost them during a flood.
I’m buying the Judy Blume books for my kids. They act like the world will end when we lose power and they have nothing electronic to stare at.
Bear with me I haven’t written in a while I’m a little rusty.
In the morning my son will have general anesthesia to have a molar removed. I’m nervous.
Can you guess my drawing? My Friend guessed when it was just an out line as soon as I started to make the shirt yellow. Because he’s a genius.
a voice soft, thoughtfully chosen words
spoken and placed gently on my back, shoulders, arms
pliant words, supple, adept, adroit
then you make me laugh and the words fall off twinkling and sounding like glass chimes
I know who I am and why I’m here. Now everyone needs to get the fuck out of my way.
That’s Right, Carpe Diem Motherfuckers!
(Source: duplicity, via seanblazed-deactivated20120510)