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It's Tuesday. A lot of deep stuff I want to convey but there's so much of it that I can't hone in on one thing. Would be better to just download it, from the portal of my brain to the portals of other receptive brains. This collage actually came from last year's efforts. My good friend L brought back some stamps from her trip to the south of France (I think this was last summer when I wrote here how I'd gotten a surprise gift on my doorstep of some super, mega out of control smelly cheese and some macarons.) The bit of a poem in the upper left corner was written with this one particular trip to Paris in mind. I think it was winter and I was traveling alone. But enough of that. It's summer now. Ants are invading my home. I'm burning hinoki cypress incense and lately listening - oh man, don't hate me and don't tell anyone - some hip-hop/light rap because I'm from L.A. originally and because I can't shake my roots. I listen to it secretly, like in my car and really loud. Only now it's not officially a secret. Technically though it needs to stay a secret because it's so incongruous to everything else in my life. Brother Ali says in some lyrics I'm listening to right at this very moment, "Puppy love is real to a puppy."
Yes, Brother, yes, puppy love is indeed real...to a puppy.
It's a good morning cracking oneself up. Back with deep stuff later.
