al!sa

Bob Dylan is forever playing out of my room's cavities and Shakespeare is sitting in the ally of my closet. Better yet, Tom Robbins has become my light fixtures all around my room (I accidentally typed "toom", how funny). I'm finding every item nestled underneath my feet in my room a play thing. My toes are having a ball with my earphones spread across the floor. A tempting toy I occasionally play with these days is my brain ( it comes already assembled, you don't have to put it together on Christmas morning or anything!) So I was reading and writing which got turned to thoughts which evolved into emotions producing little action in today's hours. Oh well, my brain tried. And the best part of having this brain is that the brain is a toy that plays games on its own. So we played that game together for awhile in the sun. It is played as a gimmick called "rational thought." Bob helped me realize I was just merely playing strip poker and "howlin' at the winds."

I came up with an idiom to describe my reading-writing-thoughts-emotions-actions for today:
"Love is Dope not Chicken Soup." How I want to make that a bumper sticker and mail it to a certain someone. (Are you even reading this anyway?) " Love is something to be passed around freely, not spooned down someones throat for their own good by a jewish mother who cooked it all by herself." Good stuff, good evening.

p.s. I miss her a lot. And like my jewish mother would say, "put your brave face on."
Alisa.