ALL OF IT IN VIVID SHIFTING HUES

Yesterday's lunch influenced last night's dreams. They were lurid.

Coffee, milk tea, pipe tobacco. Quarreling stuffed animals. The blue jeans she was wearing on the bus. A bakery with delicious greasy flaky pastry and a table-full of Hokkien gentlemen chatting. Rain, soft light, drapes, slat blinds. A small stuffed cat stealing my wallet; "I ... found it!" Liar. Various jars of aging leaf. A long pony tail. Great Red Robe, a tea of which to be very fond. A restored pipe of surpassing excellence. Intelligent face.
Manga about a defective vampire.
Two dozen pencil trays.
Cedar.

The parameters of bachelor living.
It's only a mild bout of gout.
I will not let it win.


It was a burrito con carnitas y queso, sin frijoles. With guacamole and nuclear salsa on the side. Consumed around tea time.

This blogger is seriously fond of carnitas.

I regret nothing.



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