busy busy busy

says bokonon. so it seems from this cubbyhole. i have a memory of reading ‘the lone ranger and tanto fist fight in heaven’ as a young child…i think i was in third grade, it was at Zack Morrow’s house. I read it falling asleep, and didn’t know? until last night when I came home from working with Timothy at nearly midnight and found it in Mariah’s homework stack…I got to bed at one am with a lot more memories then when I started.

busy busy today…busy busy busy. If I were Patty Griffin I’d be making pies…but alas Patty, itsnot so! I’m going to busy myself off now. I have PHP to tackle! /cackle. not half the respect you deserve T. not quite. later m’kay! it’s a date. just you and me! I’ll bring the chocolate n’ chilis, you bring the skypearl cloudwater. We’ll sit and converse, as disbodies often do. And the sunlight will burn red and bright, the breath of our air gasping in shudders of delight.

Yes, a sit will do it. on the tabletop, we watch the way the rocks drop. and slippery green of your eyes will scour the sand, calling up so many midgen tendrils tucked in trickles and traphounds, in burrowseed and sorrowbought.

those greensies you come with, suerrin, those gressnies!