Bird
Chaos is chaos is chaos- in the head or out. My chaos is mostly concentrated to my pasty jungle legs covered in crater bug bites and other battle wounds. You know you're in the tropics when the flies are licking your wounds, and you stop brushing them away. gross,gross, gross. Kate and I say we're over here "playing hard to want." I saw a big snake the other day, and a few weeks ago, I saw a spitting viper- yikes... everybody who comes here to visit (and I'll be the first to admit, I got pretty lucky on that front- as I should have with all those bribes I was offering at the end of the year) is all fascinated with the birds. So when Kabir left, he gave his bird book to the guy that works for me on the plant stuff, and now every day Kate complains that there is no bird book, and tries to make me feel guilty about letting him give it away. There's nothing wrong with healthy curiousity, and I have nothing against birds, but birders are out of control with their life lists and what not. I do have a little something against the chickens that won't stay out of my damn kitchen- they just cluck around, running in circles, looking like they're missing arms and hands if you ask me, and maybe I'd cut them some slack if they'd only
lay me an egg every once and a while. Today, because I am in the city where you can get things like this- I had a nice lettuce omelette. If it sounds wierd, that's because it is wierd. Not that I have anything against leafy greens for breakfast-it wasn't that long ago that I silently declared that steamed kale was my new favorite breakfast item, but cooked lettuce, it brought me back to not so fond memories of my Thai roommate freshman year of college... Am I dead? I am so removed from that life over there, this here is all very real to me, but that there- it's going going slipping away... that's the way the story goes, eh. is that the way the story goes, or am IfI actually dead? take care xxx, betony lee
lay me an egg every once and a while. Today, because I am in the city where you can get things like this- I had a nice lettuce omelette. If it sounds wierd, that's because it is wierd. Not that I have anything against leafy greens for breakfast-it wasn't that long ago that I silently declared that steamed kale was my new favorite breakfast item, but cooked lettuce, it brought me back to not so fond memories of my Thai roommate freshman year of college... Am I dead? I am so removed from that life over there, this here is all very real to me, but that there- it's going going slipping away... that's the way the story goes, eh. is that the way the story goes, or am IfI actually dead? take care xxx, betony lee
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