Sunnyside Pop: 1999 to the End

"Of the forest" and I played some Sunnyside Pop this morning (aka, written loose association to see where minds take us) and this is the result:Image by rocketlass via Flickr

B: like it's 1999.
C: start wearing purple.
B: mr. pie man.
C: go ask alice.
B: kiss. my. grits.
C: there's a woman on the outside looking inside does she see me?
B: I seem to recognize your face; haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it.
C: quoth the raven "nevermore."
B: fine (It.)

Poetic Quickie

observe.
contemplate.
file.
later date.

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People watching in the coffee shop: A young woman walks in and I think, "She looks like to the type to do the 'scrunch-her-lips-to-the-side' thing." And then she does it while deciding what to order.

I've believed, for a long time, that that we are all unique--that our imperfections are what pleasantly make us so--but that there is a perfect core and a limited number of core molds. Someday, I will start to categorize and list out the attributes that I see in these core molds, and then in some other life I'll figure out which molds are compatible with each other.

Riiiiight.