Pity the lizard.
Camouflaged.
As dirt.
Invisible. Until.
He vanished.
Pity the lizard.
Camouflaged.
As dirt.
Invisible. Until.
He vanished.
I was just called by a pollster. She asked my permission to engage in a few questions on current topics.
I told her.
No. My opinions do not aggregate well. I am a unique perspective. I am a writer.
I was surprised at how spontaneously, powerfully, and politely, I conveyed my thoughts, before hanging up.
I loved that I didn’t wait for her response. Saying no feels good, when it means saying yes to something more important.
I think I am going to use this line for the forceable future, until my message gets out there, on metaphorical paper.
My opinions do not aggregate well. I am the aggregator. I am here to make sense of your data.
For my wheelchair. Fun little obstacles.
And, son of a fucking bitch!