ram dass on the guru:

"he's your fingernail. just bite your fingernail and you're eating him alive."

(RIP) maggie

we met on a run. i was running, she was not. she was peeing at a hydrant. i was not. i took her home until her real home called. her real name is flame. she lives next to the hydrant. 

songs my mother taught me

avoid stepping in oil. it is hard to get off your shoes and might stain whatever floor you are soon to be stepping on. beware of these spots in parking lots, particularly those in or surrounding shopping malls.


always take the second or third or better yet fifth item deep on grocery store shelves, never! the first. it may have been tested by another consumer in some capacity or another and affect your future experience with it, most likely with germs. if an item has been opened 


RUN.


when running long distances save your energy for the last 1/4. this is when everyone else gets tired and expects you to too and if you dont you might win!


only drink coffee that is so diluted with sugar/cream it no longer tastes like coffee, therefore, good.


"its all good."


five days belated, happy birthday                   you.

RIP

he wasnt a spider so i decided to accept him. i thought "green bugs can be cute." keeping one eye on his travels, i went about my wash. he moved to the floor and i kindly stepped aside. "how cute we are" i thought. then he entered the waters stream and broke three of his back legs and was swept swiftly down the drain. i stood there and thought this.

nearing fall(ing)

when things stopped:

i wrote him a note that said
I LOVE YOU. i put it in his pocket
at a time he wasnt looking.
at a time i wasnt looking
he put it in my purse.
he left shortly after and
i have often wondered 
if this was an act 
of reciprocation
or return.