I AM LIKE SO INTO BOYS RIGHT NOW
I don’t know how to cook.
Somehow I ended up on an email list between five middle-age women who live in Georgia and I am a voyeur to their holiday plans and recipes. At first I was like For the love of god get me off this email list. They tried. They tried again. Still the emails come. They come and come and come and come and come.
There is a song by The Who called The Seeker, which in the late 90s phase of my spiritual seeking I used to listen to on ephedrine on the treadmill on repeat, about 30 years too late, and once that phase of my seeking ended I never listened to the song again.
In the December 2011 phase of my spiritual seeking I think about The Seeker and I don’t know if I’ve ever sought anything. It seems like the seeking has always just sought or seeked or sucked me.
Ha ha that’s a lie. I seek like crazy yo.
I have a poem in Noo.
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