So why mangoes? you may well ask.
This is my dream: a mango tree within reach of my balcony; abundant, sensuous pleasure; sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life in profusion. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste a mango, celebrate a windfall, and feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Disappearing is how you can tell you were there
Disappearing is how I can tell I was there Fading out, I feel a sudden elation I existed! I was material, factual, solid matter! I will go tell all my invisible friends and they will be jealous.
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