the blessing of this may not be evident today 
but some day it will become clear
and each day after become clearer
until your gratitude fills the universe
like star dust

i sent a few paragraphs to a couple people for editing. three actually. of each (people and paragraphs)... the first person picked out this and that to hate, hate with such abandon the words should be burned, the ashes eaten, then pooped from an airplane covering the planet with the shame of such writing... the next person picked the same this and that to love, hoping the words could be written in neon, written in that same sky the first person saw as shame... the third person thought it was all perfect. 

im sure each is wrong.

i wrote this quickly

another fresh and easy story: pumpkin pie and i went to shop for groceries for the green salon. i found a couple decent bottles of wine while we were getting things... and at self-check, the helper girl came to verify my id to buy alcohol... obviously im old and there was no problem. then she wanted to verify pumpkin pies id. he carries his wallet in his messenger bag because he rides his bike to work, saving the environment. and he didnt have his messenger bag/wallet with him... AND SHE WOULDNT SELL ME WINE BECAUSE HE DIDNT HAVE ID. she kept asking him my address --do any of you know my address??? and why would knowing it make you old enough to buy wine? i was in crazy-world. we called the manager and he treated us like shit, saying pumpkin pie -- who is 24 (but does look very young) -- was obviously underaged and i couldnt buy him alcohol. pumpkin pie doesnt drink, not a drop... i tried to explain that two bottles of wine was the bare minimum i needed for myself just to put up with this bullshit... then i left my cart of food and will never shop there again. behind me, a woman with a baby in her cart also had wine but nobody asked for the babys id.