I chose that title because I don't know what I want to write about. Presumably it wouldn't matter because it might be in danger of being dismissed anyway.
London fog.........Diana and Dodie........May in December........Dumas walkers.
The reflecting pool.........table. LOL
The stock market is just gambling for the wealthy folks. Your four o one K is strictly treated like a hedge fund.
Purple gang........purple haze.........purple rain........the color purple.........
You have to have a mental illness plus have a degree in my history to understand why I put cat claws and whiskers that are naturally shed into a Utah shot glass.......or why I put clackers in an Oklahoma shot glass........
When I was two I used to chase peacocks who lived next door. All I wanted in the world was a tail feather and the people who owned them always gathered them before it was time for me to go out and play. One day I was chasing them and the alpha male looked into my eyes as we were all running. When our eyes locked I knew he was going to let me catch him and I suppose I did. That was where the memory fades. Mom finished the story. I caught him and he taught me never to chase them again. I did not get my tail feather but I did learn a lesson.
When I was five or six I used to be allowed to walk to the store down the road to buy ice cream. I saw a butterfly that had been hit by a car. It was intact but it was dead. I didn't know it was a monarch butterfly, or that so far as I know today, it would be the last one I'd ever see. It made me feel sad that it was dead. This was the same house where I used to squish my toes in the mudhole and if it was dry, I'd turn on the water and use the hose to fill it with water, at least until the time came when my parents filled up the hole. This is also the same house where I planted an apple seed out of an apple I was eating and then checked it almost every day to see if it was growing, it did sprout but my guess is that dad killed it with the mower. How would he know where it was?
When I was thirteen I took to stealing cigarettes from my parents. Lucky strikes. I'd sneak out into the alley to watch the sunsets like always, only now I'd be armed with a cigarette. I knew I wasn't grown but I'd read the Outsiders and I felt empowered. Today Pall Malls are my enemy disguised as my friends, but that's okay, it resembles my life closely.
When I was seventeen I got married and stayed in school. Everyone thought I was pregnant and I had been, until my spouse, who I wasn't married to yet, "encouraged" me to get an abortion. Irony is a whole generation who spat on Vietnam Vets when they came home being the same fuckers who champion the abortion clinics today. Well played baby boomers.
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