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i'm Moulting, Moulting!! Ohhh, what a world! 02/27/2010
 Marcel Bonaparte Pelle I  i've been on a French macaron kick lately. i used to not like them, then i had some really delicious ones and i realized it was bad macarons that i didn't like, the good ones i like just fine. These that i had today were bof/meh (as should already have been apparent by the bowl of latte they served.) i haven't been satisfied with any i've had in SF. i think they are too delicate of creatures to be made by heavy American hands.  My flower preferences have also recently changed. new bouquet of luminous purple Irises and a bunch of marvelous little white flowers that come together to make a Hydrangea.  i used to always get lilies i think out of Habit (that sneaky Tyrant), but i've been getting so annoyed of (for lack of more genteel language) their sluttiness (yes, i just called a flower slutty). Lilies make their presence in a room immediately known, bright petals spread wide open exposing their pollen, and nearly assaulting the nose with their strong perfume. Unlike the more demure Hydrangea and Iris that compel one to linger near them, lean in closely to enjoy their innocently alluring scent. (lilies beside a lambchop i taxidermied this summer) My souls getting restless. itching to get out like this little cicada bis dann...  CommentsLeave a Reply |
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