TRUE STORY No. 307:
It’s been my pleasure to have experienced, not once, but twice, people who genuinely fall for the obvious fake “can of nuts” trick. They really want to eat those nuts bad, then freak and scream when the bad plastic snake shoots out upon opening.
I love those moments in life!
TRUE STORY NO. 17:
This morning, walking to my vehicle, via the dusty parking lot, I was approached by the groundskeeper. "Excuse me miss, is this yours?" She points to the expired fire extinguisher sitting within my parking space. "No, it was there yesterday when I left for work. Looks like someone used it," as I gestured to the dusty cars and cement. She says, "Oh, I know you are an artist, so I thought it might be your art."
Hahaha. Awesome. Fire extinguisher art respect, snap!
Crazy Town. It tasted like cinnamon. It seemed to stay between late summer and a cooling bath. The shadows are what sent you to the next place. Some say it was all in our heads. Others revered the box it folded up into.
I've been just outside of this. Parallel, dreamy, still state. Basic instincts. Vacation from routine, senses blindfolded. No planning, wanting, doing, focus. The physical called time out. The first to break the sullen state, my creative muse with, "I am retrograde." Slowly, easily, warmly, flowing in my own stream. The 7:13 AM, Monday alarm syncs us again.