To The Market

I was humbled by the thunderstorms this afternoon.  I was woken from my nap from intimidating factors in my solid world.  My dreams involved me conversing with Marilyn Manson.  He is a very nice man.

After I watched the rain I ventured off to the "Asian Market" as it's called here.  I was in a pink, thin floral sweater.  The kind of pink that looks like the sun over the sea has kissed it twice.  Tattered jean skirt.  Black boots with neon pink laces.  Quality 90's bum.

All I knew I wanted was fairly fresh tofu; it is made every Thursday.  Friday it's still good, ya know?
I ate at a Vietnamese restaurant here in town and found a favorite dish.  I decided to stop spending money getting it there and make it at home.  So.  Sprouts, broccoli, and tofu cooked in soy sauce.
Good to go, Folks.

The "Theme Song" for today comes off of a mix cd my dear friend, Emily, graced me with.  

(The music is just as important as the events)

(Naturally)

(...)

Song: Have You Forgotten

Artist: Red House Painters

There's definitely a nostalgic feeling harboring in me.  Or maybe I am harboring in it.  Either way I feel a bit drifted out to sea.  I see shore.  I see vastness.  I see open skies and I close my eyes and float in the unknowingness.  My day has nothing to do with tofu and everything to do with the simple act of expressing all of being a "sailor".  

Ahoy,

<3 A