I love it when people put baby on Board stickers on their cars, so I know which cars to aim for.
She is dressed, seasonably warmly, on this unseasonably warm December 22 day. If she had still been married, today: December 22 would’ve been her tenth anniversary. But that had not come to pass. Winter solstice was no longer the celebration of love, but now of a love lost.
Brilliant sunshine’s and a crystal blue sky across Santa Barbara, her new home. She found herself quite by accident here, surrounded by the Spanish colonial architecture of her childhood she found new strength and a whole new clarity of vision
When her ex-wife left her for becoming a woman, she had completely lost her footing, offer feet she found her some of exiles to the hinterlands of Virginia. There, in Urbanna, without any help without any belief that life whatever get better, she found herself in a nasty motorcycle accident hit by a careless police officer.
Parking her old Lexus sedan on a side street she walked to her gym. Sweat rose on her arms in the heat of bright sun. Santa Barbara was known for its pleasant weather. Her first winter in Santa Barbara have been high in a 500 year drought, which had all the trees blooming in the middle of December.
She wondered if Santa Barbara could burn through all the evil karma, the way the sun burned through the velvet of her blue dress. It burned through a divorce from her soulmate, perhaps she was, would, and will be free.
One of the reasons I was a stoner for so many years was that I felt it brought me down to the same level of intelligence as the average Joe.
Now I realize that was a poor way to deal with impatience for stupidity, and lacked compassion for the abilities of my fellows.
Those born in winter live in endless summer.
From Penis to Punani
I wonder if I should take some pictures of my penis before it goes bye-bye in a month. I wish I knew someone who was a decent photographer who would be willing to do it with out keeping copyrights.