Night Meats called.

I swear it’s always iced instead of blended when you drink it anywhere outside the states.

The wontons were still crispy and a guilty finger pinch of Elk Tartare. Felt like ages ago and I almost grabbed a pack of those whiley sapphire+silver packaging crackers. Blue blue silver calls else where.

Practices of Nostalgia.

Someone’s birthday, I’ll refrain from dirty remarks like asshole and other petulant problem like chose of verbiage, (like asshole usually but I’ve been called worse.)

Cheering up someone’s day even in the most hateful of stances can look nice.

Allowing myself to be like me 10 years ago.

The former ‘worst days of my life’ era.

They got out-beat like halfway through. As suspected 4, 5, 6… Years always seems harsh to recount.

And 10 years ago feels so young in any nonsense.

Wisdom & Maturity..

How the hell do you get around to those things?

I end up doing the same things, repetitive or not.

I did before to gain that insight.

Not the bad stuff oh no.

I always think about the times I went cold turkey.

And somehow those things always help me.

As simple as laying in bed the same way. Stacked.

I always joke I live life maxed out.

Somewhere in dainty 50s born Asian-Gal motif.

Still look 16 if I got a tan to most and perpetually 21+counting to my cryptic lovers.

Oh,

Saint Samantha.

Asonia.

Ava.

Aria.

Lengthy tunes and reboots for muse…s.

At least I got all the told tracks digitally scanned.

If the 3:03am and 3:14am track on shuffle of playlist you never listen to [made about generations of love/love throughout the generations..ahem..hohum..indeedydoo..softsidetoo..ahem…chesceachzkakkllll…. . . . .] toot that horn. It didn’t make me cry! How wonderful. 

Sharks swim upstream 

And salmon

Isn’t born in Alaska. 

It’s been in Gibraltar. 

Look at all those places they travel but they just talk about the destination. 

You’re thinking about the meal after you catch that right? 

If not – throw it back. 

That’s why the crumply old mango is now mango lassi when it was a subpar fresh mango.

Sweet as can be for a savory lass.

Oh my… 🌛👺🎃