for my own sins, i will admit that i’m a little trigger happy when i’ve finally had enough. in the style of my father, shoot first, ask questions later.
i just want to build. and grow. and grow and build. that’s all. i don’t want to be involved in relationship malfunction. and please, fuck, don’t involve me in anything or ask my opinion if you don’t want to hear my piece. passive aggression makes me very aggressive. at least aggression is active, its tangible, surface, it provokes results and conclusions. passive aggression is just bullshit and bad manners.
Rafaella raised a good point yesterday, about how Canadians are polite to the point of being liars.
I’m tired of lying to keep peace. But I’ll work on my trigger finger. It has helped me survive many a time, though I’ve occasionally shot myself in the foot.
there’s a book i read to Luca, “Doctor Bird: Three Lookin’ Up Tales from Jamaica”. also “'How Doctor Bird Taught Mouse to Look Up When He Was Feeling Down”
'How Doctor Bird Taught Mouse to Look Up When He Was Feeling Down
Now Mouse looked up to the leaves of a palm tree that had taken quite a beating from the wind. There were still a few fronds left, and in among them, a great fat, round, brown coconut.
“Ahh,” Doctor Bird said. “Now you are really looking up. “
“How can a tiny little mouse, namely me, get up there and chew through such a thick brown nut?”
Doctor Bird struck the air like a black lightning bolt, whizzing backward and forward, and coming very close to Mouse’s ear. “If you can get through the hard,” he hummed, “you can sip through the soft.”
“Is this a riddle?” Mouse asked.
“Take it for what it is and it will fill your belly all the way full,” Doctor Bird replied.
upfull indeed. i haven’t heard this tune in ages.
yesterday i walked a goat through town on a leash. his name is Miracle. no one noticed that i was walking a goat. he was bottle fed, human imprinted, so he doesn’t understand that goats are his mates. he prefers human women.
daughter of Orion. mother to Stella & Lily
a patient, steady and loyal doe.
i believe we have finally, completely, lost our winter minds. papa dukes has taken to beatboxing. while wearing a mask and 3D glasses. i dunno, maybe he was trying to make me laugh, it worked. can take the mayan out of Guatemala but can’t take the chapin out of the dude.