noah’s flood destroyed his world. we can each build our own arc.
apples, celery, puddin’ and pie. wish i never made nobody cry.
At the river, (the holy one).
The horseflies. Alas, even heaven-on-earth is not perfect. Got one. He /she underestimated my willingness to smack myself in the forehead. Swat, kill shot, flicked into river. Moksa. - 15 July 2011