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Ah the glorious rain. hello.
It tasted like salt from the open window that she had for the fucking dying Norfolk Pine that she needed to repot. She should tell it that she used to be such a good plant mom with such luck even though she wasn't anything more than a waterer really. She should tell it that she used to tell her money tree plant that she was going to repot it, and one day she got birthday money from her sister during the dark, poor time and what did she use it on Norfolk Pine? she used it to repot the Money Tree - and it needed it and it lived!
"I mean it's ok and all if it just had a bullet in it's tree head and died. It's just the slow death right adjacent to where I write my Dante's inferno that really smarts."
"should you be..."
"don't start with that again..."
She kisses him to shut him up. It always worked.
He didn't even know she had feelings about the plants, or if he did, he certainly wouldn't care. He was in that place....
hold on.
the rain is calling....
She chose "rave on John donne" to start.
"for me, I just can't yet resist a southern screen with rain outside and van Morrison mingling with the airwaves. It just is like living a dream."
"lucky you. so, you're liking macon?"
"yesterday, I wore my extravagant cowboy boots to revisit my original safe place. God it sucked. they clunked so much and it was not a joy to walk, but I had looked in the mirror assiduously aforehand and they checked out as best shoes for the outfit I was committed to, so voila!"
"and they say only heroes wear capes."
"someones got to drink beer and be eccentric in this town!"
"I thought you were trying to lose weight for the wedding."
"oh, it's kind of you to bring that up dick. the best rules are your rules because you can always break them."
She was tired of many things, but much of it was ....
she sang badly
"... and the people passing in the street and everybody that you meet. tonight, you will understand the one.... tonight, keep those silly ruins tonight.... tonight, let it all begin tonight.... you will understand the oneness."
"You're really bummed about missing that van Morrison tribute show at society garden this weekend aren't you."
She slammed her fist on the table like the drama queen she played.
"fucking A. you finally get me."
Not that he wanted to. Not that she wanted him to be accurate. So much didn't matter unless it mattered, and she was going to do as she had always done.
water the plants as best she could
try not to eat too much
try to spend money below her means
try to be kind
depend on no one
take charity from everyone
breath
shit
stir
she wasn't going to say:
repeat
because goshammit god, she wasn't living some fucking cliche over here.
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