Two hours ago I put the hen in the oven and put some water in the pitcher to filter for the beans.


If only I'd remembered to complete step two of the previous,


I might be happily munching on some hen and beans right now.



: /

for further consideration later

...the urban can-do is in the mind,
   the rural can-do is in the body...

...in NY can-do is in the mind,
   down-home can-do is in the body...



(permutations further)

When you see that 20-something Euro woman dropping of the 50-something Afro woman and her teenage family member:


Uber.

The children next door are in the hallway.


They have been for the past hour.


They are playing.


They are alternately declaring themselves the "Bad Africa" or the "Nice Africa"*.



: |



Rain, rain, go away.

Come again after school comes back.



#mrgrumpy



*(the oldest girl is named "Africa")


;-p

There is no drenched quite like motorcycle drenched...

because motorcycle drenched drenches you in ways


(places)


it never occurred for you to be drenched before.

I just deposited a check for such a small amount the ATM couldn't recognize it.

When you're sitting in the terminal and someone starts playing "Careless Whisper" on the French horn.

Sent from my Windows Phone

"That's what peace is, right? Postponing the conflict until the thing you were fighting over doesn't matter."


from DRIVE by James S. A. Corey

We want people

to be perfect

because:

we

are

not.

"I will."

When one considers the definition of the verb,

The sentence seems far more active and affirmatively declarative than it
seems to generally be connoted.

"I will."


Perhaps it is due to the absence of an assumed object.


"I will it."




...hm.

eyes

I've been meaning to do a project like this.

Eyes, hands, feet.

maybe one day I'll get around to it.

If only I could read the page...

Dear Child Named "Purity",


Please return to your African mother before the rest of us get in trouble.

Signed,
Everybody Else in the Store    

"Everything's a f#cking pain in the ass. That's part of livin in New York."


Later, after much more picturesque, vulgar imagery and the phrase "grease my asshole",

(to the lady next to him)

"Sorry."


Dude on the bus complaining about life here in.....

The electricity

of reading a thing; and the sense of having an idea that might work for it.