Wednesday, January 5, 2011

a bit too much cayenne.

Jesa down with a bug too: fever, chills, stuffed up; gunky.

There is the scaredy pants fascist in all of us isn't there?
Especially at the farthest reaches of what is we think we think is.
Often the farthest reaches aren't too far at all.

Black bean soup and rice for lunch; a bit too much cayenne.

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