The newspaper arrived on time. I worry sometimes that it won't be there. I don't even read that much of it. I can stare at a picture for an hour and then shut the whole thing down. To read the whole thing doesn't allow you to know more. It does fuel anger and compassion though. Good stuff.

A pick axe is a drawing tool. So is Tea. Oh sure, its a drug, and a damn good one, but things just wouldn't be the same without it. Hell, its been around for ever and generally there is a reason for that sort of thing. In this bottled watered world where everyone wants to look 20 for a thousand years we need more aging elixirs. I mean things that make us look old.  (I think black tea makes you look old) If we aren't careful there won't be any more old people. They're so smart and cute. What we don't need is a whole world of twenty year olds, forever.

I seem to be forgetting to lift my feet high enough to get over things.

I have been tripping a lot. My knees are lazy.

Is it ok to let your vegetable garden die out? I'm too lazy even to give it away. There really isn't that much to it anyway. Its a shame to watch the perfectly good food sit there, and just as I admired it turning into beautiful vegetables I'm watching it slowly rot, change color, disintegrate, fall and disappear. In admiration.

Its time to go out into the street. I hope that the others are kind.

So, its like, a t-shirt world out there. I've seen the way they try to confuse us with a simple bunch of words. We are all a part.