It's too close to the middle of summer for it to be this cool outside. I'm enjoying the wind that blows like a dry sense of humor, then chimes a clever snicker, gracefully traveling through. Most of the time, I've checked out. Others, I go exit on. This might be a beautiful relationship that I've got a good buddy system for with the tree spirits, or I'm just fucking schitzo, yet a good fuck. You don't get both there. You don't. There's a lot of movie rated "fuck you" versions of what I'm saying about trees.....Everywhere. So, I'm hoping that this will be a swift exit day and I can rest my case. When there's a slight to severe and quick fluctuation in weather, be it temp or storm, or in between...I get a silent heart call. No name. Just the feeling of where I'm home. So I need to have a day of solving the puzzle called society so that I don't start laughing back at the snickering trees and their travels. Yes, I'm avoiding the subject. The subject is this puzzle, human. Under current observation, we are down to a mere man and woman, ovary and sperm, equation here. Not a shabby move to register the desperation in this department of expression. Plus, 99.9% of these record r.e.m. rejects amount to the water we drink. How many sperm does it take to feel like sitting behind a two way mirror?
