Monday, July 27, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
it was a quick burial. and hardly solemn. many ribald songs were sung which sort of went like me and bob used to swim in the ocean even though he was a fresh water fish amen...and then everyone laughing loudly and thoughtlessly.... what are these people like? thought the visiting photographer. mama paka (the cat) was sited as main cause of death. bob had a slice under his throat.
as i said, not a tear was shed. heartless, the lot of them. flowers were bought to the graveside though. at least. teeny weeny little yellow ones. perfect for a little cherry red fish.....and lovingly arranged upon his cold little body which wasn't as beautifully scarlet as before....
rest in peace bob. up on the windy ngorobobs. a little forgotten grave of a lonely warrior fish. he who had gone where no other siamese fighting fish had gone....
Kitchen Board: Monday: Sometime in July.shopping done.
but ouf, i need to get out of this town. . . very soon.
the traffic jams, the queues in the bank oh just everything.
thinking of beach. and beautiful book stores and coffee and highways.
anyway, thank god it was only bob who died today. thank god. godspeed bob.
so bestests, toodely toot...bisous X.X.X. little yellow wild flower ones...x j
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
i am serious. Do Not Steal. the stars belong To Me.
oh yeah. it was my birthday a few days ago. my age numerically adds up to 7. not an easy number. no siree. perhaps this is why it was so, well, unexpected and extraordinary.
and carlos made me this lovely heart on the kitchen board. for my birthday.
around it is light and warmth. listed. in case i forget.tooodely old toot, You. bisous, X.X.X. starry unknowing ones. x j
Friday, July 3, 2009
i feel like i am in a movie.