Organic. Local. Green! I love these notions. They make me feel all seasonal and okay. They make me want to buy a pumpkin and make soup. for myself. not the homeless.
I live a scripted life. Scripted, yes, by the Author and Perfector of my crazy faith, but scripted in history as a typical upper-middle class twenty-something year old college graduate with the world at her fingertips and a silver spoon as traveling companion. Maybe it should be an oyster fork, ideal for digging out those pearls I'll discover and keep to myself, or do as I'm trying to do now: share. Because sharing is the only remedy for cracking open these crustaceaens and soul-suckers mingling with the bottom-feeders on the shipwrecks of ocean floors. us floaters: a generation of barnacles..(I've been researching scuba diving all morning so metaphors are just bobbing at the surface; it's almost too easy. just wait til I'm certified!)..
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all i picture when i read this post is kathleen kelly sitting behind a giant, mid-90's version of a laptop computer....deliberately typing each letter of
ReplyDeletethe word "b o t t o m d w e l l e r" as she asks ny152 for advice on what she should have said to the bottom dweller who recently belittled her existence. :)