Archive for July 25th, 2010
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Cherries
Today I did an important rite of summer. I ate way way too many cherries while sitting on my deck.
It was actually not blast furnace hot after a massive storm that killed the electricity for a while today. I grabbed my bowl of cherries and sat in my favorite lawn chair and kicked back. I’d snag a cherry out of the bowl by the stem, grasp the delicate fruit between my teeth and hold on while I pull loose the stem.
Then, ever so slightly, I’d roll my tongue around the red flesh of the cherry; feeling the dents and imperfections on the soft skin of the fruit before slowly sliding it between my back teeth. Next, I bite down softly while my tongue scoops out the hard pit in the middle of the burgundy soft tissue. Holding the meat of the fruit in my teeth, I let the pit roll onto the middle of my tongue, take in a deep breath and spit that puppy as far as I can. Finally, I greedily dig my teeth into the giving orb and savor the sweetness.
I must’ve repeated this procedure a hundred times today. Each cherry had it’s own texture and sweetness. Some were so sweet they made my mouth water, while others made my lips pucker with sour. So the eating of the fruit is always awesome, but here comes the rite of summer. My stomach is killing me. Way way too much fruit all at one time. It’s just like when I get oranges in November.
And, I’m really hoping there weren’t any worms in the cherries. That’s always unfortunate.
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What’s Real
I think I’ve forgotten what’s real and what’s just crap floating out of the arse of an unicorn.
The oak and Japanese cherry trees in my backyard are real because at the moment they’re losing all their leaves because it’s the devil’s playground here and I’ll have to soon rake the backyard; and it’s not even October. The leaves are just giving up and littering my already crunchy backyard with their shriveled chlorophyll lacking mess.
My car costing a couple of house payments to get fixed for the upcoming year is way a reality. So much so that I looked right at the service guy and did a forehead palm. Then I had to question whether I really needed the AC fixed – then said, yes, I don’t want to melt. And, apparently a tire falling off when Im driving could be a bad thing, so I had to say yes to fixing that potential problem. That’s a reality I could have passed on this week.
Almost falling asleep on the tattoo table as the dude ground into my leg yesterday was interesting. The owner walked in and asked how it was going and I was like, um, huh, what? She laughed because she realized I was pretty zoned out. The artist himself was quite proud that he wasn’t causing me pain enough to make me cry. It was actually a pleasant experience.
The not real is here. Everyone can be whatever, whenever and totally lie and make up randomness; or just leave and disappear to reinvent themselves as another personality. Here isn’t in my world; I can’t hear the birds chirping here, or feel the slight gentle motion of a preying mantis walking down my arm. Here doesn’t mean anything. Here doesn’t really exist. Too bad it finally took two types of hell to remind of me that.
The frozen hell, the one with 4 feet of snow created an interesting oasis – an escapist zone – the total sensory deprivation of the real world – the one not dependent on electricity. The hot version of hades brought me back to reality. It’s hard not to notice the real world when a black snake chases you through the yard; or a squirrel hangs out with you while you a book.