I haven’t been on a bike in years in years but since the farmers market is now one mile (!!!) from my house I really want one. there are some stipulations, however.
She (my bike is a lady) needs to
-be outfitted with a basket of some sort for my veggies
-be a color that is not yuk
-be not newand not from a creepy dude on craigslist
Lastly, I would prefer if it was delivered in such a way that I could give credit to God. (See above. Maybe I need a sign on my door?)
Sometimes you get a Monday morning email from your milk cow. No joke.
Dear Owner Friend,
My caregivers, the Alexanders, tell me how much you’re enjoying my milk and it just makes me smile inside!
I’ve got great news…I’m moooving!
…
Much love from:
Apple
Satin
Sunshine
Lemon
Althea
Gertrude
Sophie
Dottie
Daisy
In case you were wondering, my milk comes from Sunshine. I’m glad she can take time out from her usual grazing to shoot me a little email love.
“Hand stitch a teepee?” Oh, my little hippie heart couldn’t love this more! Album out Tuesday and show in Richmond at the end of the month.
Hold your own.
Know your name.
Go your own way.
per the agitator, glad to see all that violent crime, property crime, and political corruption is under control.
Dear JJPIII,
I am linking to this because I find paranoia kind of funny. Also to bring your attention to the fact that you are contractually obligated not to die from Swine Flu. Also if you get Swine Flu please call me during the incubation period instead of waiting until your mom has to do it because you are almost dead. Because this time it would take me longer than fifteen minutes to get there.
Love,
Me
ps. I have the most bitchin’ internet connection ever.
Night falls like people into love
we generate our own light
to compensate
for the lack of light from above
every time we fight
a cold wind blows our way
But we learn like the trees
how to bend
how to sway and say
I think I understand
what all this fighting is for
and baby, I just want you to understand
that I’m not angry anymore