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What is worse, a great mind wasted on a life of adversity or a great life wasted on a spiritless fool? Wait nevermind, I figured it out.
"Tell me do you wash yr hair in honeydew?" Camera Obscura
"Tell me do you worship him in running shoes?" Son
"Mama se mama sa ma ma coo sa" Micheal Jackson
"I'ma sell I'ma sell to microsoft" Son
"I'm a rocket man burning out my fuse up here alone" Elton John
"I'm a rocket man, burning all my fuse off. Hayull naw!" Son
Excuse me but I am still all romantic about my new job. We have the most fragrant compost pile. All my co-workers are women and mothers. We all talk to the plants as well, like a bunch of crazies.
Each person who walks in or calls wants to commemorate a monumental transition in his life or the life of another, a birth, a death, another year of devotion, survival, love. Even if it's just to say they are impassioned for no reason.
You ask them one question and they spill out stories. Chatterly and emotional.
My favorites are the expressions of affection, the elderly men buying arrangements for their wives of 50 years I almost have to shoo out the door so as not to begin tearing in front of them. I have to toughen up.
Last week a mechanic bought daisies for his lady to be delivered at the dollar store where she worked. He kissed the card to be sent and circled the spot, a greasy love smudge.
A quite gruff looking biker came in today and asked that I choose the most perfect rose from the crop. "But not red. That's too forward for a first date." I wonder how many men I help to get laid a week.
One gentleman has a standing order with us: his wife's anniversary, birthday, valentine's, and mother's day all delivered each year like clockwork and charged automatically to his card, so he'll never forget again. Clever and lazy all at once.
The middles of flowers are tiny empires. Bumblebee mansions. 90 percent of life on earth is smaller than the human finger. We are this era's great beasts, our highrises jutting up through green valleys like dorsal fins. We roar down the highways in Chevy Tahoes, our Kelly Clarkson ringtones screeching ominously in the night.
You may not know
Maximilian of Austria was told by the bishop of Treves to search under his bride's dress for a carnation hidden there, which he reported to have done "at first tentatively and then with growing enthusiasm."
If you or your family do not pay for your burial and funeral service up front, the funeral home will put your dead ass in storage after a couple weeks and after a set amount of time, they will bury you in an unmarked "pauper's grave."
Gerbera daisies can have more than 1,200 petals. The ox-eye daisy has generally less and so would be comparably quicker to use in determining his love for you.
And I haven't made a photopost in a while. For those of you who don't have flickr accounts ( here are favorites from my misadventures May-June )
"Tell me do you wash yr hair in honeydew?" Camera Obscura
"Tell me do you worship him in running shoes?" Son
"Mama se mama sa ma ma coo sa" Micheal Jackson
"I'ma sell I'ma sell to microsoft" Son
"I'm a rocket man burning out my fuse up here alone" Elton John
"I'm a rocket man, burning all my fuse off. Hayull naw!" Son
Excuse me but I am still all romantic about my new job. We have the most fragrant compost pile. All my co-workers are women and mothers. We all talk to the plants as well, like a bunch of crazies.
Each person who walks in or calls wants to commemorate a monumental transition in his life or the life of another, a birth, a death, another year of devotion, survival, love. Even if it's just to say they are impassioned for no reason.
You ask them one question and they spill out stories. Chatterly and emotional.
My favorites are the expressions of affection, the elderly men buying arrangements for their wives of 50 years I almost have to shoo out the door so as not to begin tearing in front of them. I have to toughen up.
Last week a mechanic bought daisies for his lady to be delivered at the dollar store where she worked. He kissed the card to be sent and circled the spot, a greasy love smudge.
A quite gruff looking biker came in today and asked that I choose the most perfect rose from the crop. "But not red. That's too forward for a first date." I wonder how many men I help to get laid a week.
One gentleman has a standing order with us: his wife's anniversary, birthday, valentine's, and mother's day all delivered each year like clockwork and charged automatically to his card, so he'll never forget again. Clever and lazy all at once.
The middles of flowers are tiny empires. Bumblebee mansions. 90 percent of life on earth is smaller than the human finger. We are this era's great beasts, our highrises jutting up through green valleys like dorsal fins. We roar down the highways in Chevy Tahoes, our Kelly Clarkson ringtones screeching ominously in the night.
You may not know
Maximilian of Austria was told by the bishop of Treves to search under his bride's dress for a carnation hidden there, which he reported to have done "at first tentatively and then with growing enthusiasm."
If you or your family do not pay for your burial and funeral service up front, the funeral home will put your dead ass in storage after a couple weeks and after a set amount of time, they will bury you in an unmarked "pauper's grave."
Gerbera daisies can have more than 1,200 petals. The ox-eye daisy has generally less and so would be comparably quicker to use in determining his love for you.
And I haven't made a photopost in a while. For those of you who don't have flickr accounts ( here are favorites from my misadventures May-June )
