Thursday, October 23, 2014


The lions are awake and spitting and the bamboo is making music again and we are up and have had our breakfast which I cooked on the little pink range and now we're going to go down to the thrift store and who knows what all and part of me would be happy as hell to just sit in the shady little courtyard right back of the house and sit and read and dream all day, surrounded by the plants and lizards and listening to the sound of lion spit.

And you know...mess around with the house boy. 


Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.