Train-Ro
Slogged out, sure, but things have happened.
I can at least talk to a stranger and feel alright some-a the time.
On Sunday I turned 30; good, old friend, &YP, visted from Fill-i-Dell-Fie-Aye. The frisbee spun between us... spun during the day and at night. Fuck, frisbee at night in Cal Anderson is more satisfying but less cool than getting knocked in the butt by a smiling, cinnamon colored, Spanish speaking, jump-touch impressed, honey-girl sittin' at the bar. Honey-girls are Thursdays. What then are days like today? At work and a little nervous over the microbes being circulated by the vents over my head.
Well, new shoes, new sense, but still the same eyes & familiar allergies. Hope I ain't breaking myself down. Breaking myself and busting what I need. Not losing my mind over anything, though. Living with a fake even-keel.
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What about the corpse flower?
-&YP
yeah, i went back and saw, er, smelled it. the day after my birsthday, aug 14th, a corpse flower bloomed at the greenhouse in Volunteer Park. if i hadn't skipped work i wouldn't've known (skip, always skip, good things happen). they say it smells like a rotting corpse, i thought it was more along the lines of cooked cabbage or stinky cooked cabbage... regardless, never smelled a plant smell like that. botanist guy was living his rockstar dreams... he had the answers to EVERYTHING that mattered. this corpse flower resulted from cloning itself, i think in 1994, 4 for 1 split(Waldo, mentioned in the following article, is a fellow clone). 1st time it had bloomed; they bloom every year to 3 years after the first bloom. 30+ people were there when we were. the botanist had a lady on his arm. she was visibly impressed by his breath of knowledge on the corpse flower. botanists get all the bitches: http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2003199349_here15m.html
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