Archives for 2018

One river and a message.

The marshmallow mechanic was tempted by fish and salad.

The clerical abstract expert was the wealthiest expat on the planet.

Some diamond-shaped fruit trees were potted and easy to maintain, requiring little watering.

A hand-sewn paper-weight was available in two styles, digital or freehand.

There are still a few strange shops in this small town.

All in.

In what, where and how did it fit? That was the first question.

But then the meaning became clear.

Committing fully.

So nice to meet you Mrs. Sure Thing, Mr. Got it.

You, me, we are all, all a sure thing in some wonderful ways. But not all ways.

Enough said. Each a unique sample, just as two chefs produce different meals with the same ingredients.

Time for a deep breath and a bracelet.

Took the pill, took many breaths and swallowed the martini.

It was, they told me, a Vegan martini with a twist of enhanced soy ice.

The battery powered sunglasses were accelerating well.

We all sang an original song and using the mind meld headphones, came up with the same lyrics at the exact same moment.

Perhaps you should consider, think about it, taking the other pill.

We want to group the later with the former and the data with the irrational exuberance.

Can you deliver on time?

Is your sofa as comfortable as a cloud and as resilient as carbon nanotubes?

Are your paints three, five or fifty colors? Or were they when you were a child?

Do we dwell upon finery and frippery or dopamine and Dramamine?

Who’s head holds the key?

Time to commute.

We are sticks, we are stones, we are feathers.

Our cushion is plump and soft.

We have no journal or calendar and we believe in no particular way or sway.

We are the glow you feel when looking at a magical painting.

We are all for momentary slumber and high-flung dance.

We flex our minds and soothe hearts with the strength of gentle giants.