I drove by the lake house today. This time, I had a rearview driver's side mirror. It was pitch black (aside from constellation star light pollution) so the mirror was useless. I felt like I was on my way home. Interestingly, while I was actually living there it didn't feel like home. Bootleg family and a place to throw down my belongings and write my story. Get barked at by psycho baby dog trying to ninja my way in after tipsy driving 32 miles in the Ac through back woods at 4am. Blowing me up like my pager in the 8th grade. Home is conditional. The universal accommodation to Maslow's hierarchy. Stability is overrated. It's all about resilience, flow, and metamorphosis. Abdicating the past is rolling out the red carpet for love. If you bury the hatchet does that make it any less sharp? (It is) waiting to spawn a new laceration when the top soil erodes to expose the fossil. It still hurts. Transmutation is a different transaction. Emancipation from my biography and amalgamation with the cosmos. You said, "Fear cannot live in you, Sarita, especially you." You always say the right thing. Its a more effective anxiety prescription than Clonazepam 0.5mg BID (or as directed) #30 no refills. I hope the swine flu spares you. Take that to CVS or your local 24 hour Walgreen's and cash it.
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