Ugliness
There is so much beauty in this world when you watch someone let go of all their preconceived notions about...everything. We watch, we learn, we go to school, and we assume. When someone learns to let go of that, it is the most beautiful death you could ever witness. That's the beauty of simplicity and honesty. Let's not lie to ourselves, let's not continually tell ourselves that we are right in what we believe and only in what we believe....for we could, all of us, be wrong. Don't brainwash yourself, for that is true death.
I went to Frazer Zoo again two days ago. Andrew is talking to owners/mamagement because they need sales help. Watch me sell the water. I'm getting tired of part-time work/stress/irregularity. Very, very, very fucking tired of it. It's like I dragged the stress of what nearly killed me in KC here with me, and I loathe it; it won't let me just...LIVE.
Pavel's improving, and the hair on his tail's begun to grow back. Beamer laid two more eggs. My grandmother, it turns out, is not at all adverse to the idea of Villain coming to live at the Farm. And we continue to expand and build new beds for the gardens. I do miss the horses; the pastures are almost depressing, and the dilapidation of the fenced only drives home the fact that they are all gone. I'll never see my dear Firefly or beloved Seven-Up again.
But I will see Yuusuke. In a week, give or take a day or two, and that is one exhiliarating, marvelous thought.
The story of the garden, inspired when Kelly visited a month ago, continues to grow and develop, and it is gorgeous. I'll let you all know when it's done.
I went to Frazer Zoo again two days ago. Andrew is talking to owners/mamagement because they need sales help. Watch me sell the water. I'm getting tired of part-time work/stress/irregularity. Very, very, very fucking tired of it. It's like I dragged the stress of what nearly killed me in KC here with me, and I loathe it; it won't let me just...LIVE.
Pavel's improving, and the hair on his tail's begun to grow back. Beamer laid two more eggs. My grandmother, it turns out, is not at all adverse to the idea of Villain coming to live at the Farm. And we continue to expand and build new beds for the gardens. I do miss the horses; the pastures are almost depressing, and the dilapidation of the fenced only drives home the fact that they are all gone. I'll never see my dear Firefly or beloved Seven-Up again.
But I will see Yuusuke. In a week, give or take a day or two, and that is one exhiliarating, marvelous thought.
The story of the garden, inspired when Kelly visited a month ago, continues to grow and develop, and it is gorgeous. I'll let you all know when it's done.