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My brother, the tattoo artist, scoffs at the idea of barcodes, “That’s so lame. Everyone does that. If you’re going to get something make it original to you.” The other retorts, “Because I feel like it. Because to corporate America, I am like that can of food with bars. I hate that and they never fail to remind me at work. I am a human being. I do not need to be treated like a piece of replaceable, perishable, abstract anything. I got feelings!” I wonder walking by the conversation, “Yeah, but then how many other people will understand original?”

Heart break feels like a ridiculously heavy pen making squiggly marks out of emotionally weighted words that blurr and smear into the oblivion of salty tears. Everything will be okay. After 3 years, I welcome the offer of a new job far, far out of town to keep my mind off my own life and start over. That would solve everything. Except dealing with the pain inside myself.

Just a thought…Mayans and many mexicans today still have a delicacy of quail in rose petals….wow, they can say their fecal matter smells like roses and be honest….are there any more cultures that have such delicacy? Let me know…interesting

I know to some people it is on the odd side of the world but I love waking up at 4 or 5 in the morning when the thick black of night starts to slowly thin out to gray. The tints are spectacular. The sparkle of the stars fades, and I wonder what God is thinking as I watch the gun streaked sky turn bashfully pastel gray. The biggest magic trick: watching the gray blanket turn clear blue with peach, pink and violets streaks. Even though I drive through downtown, I feel the world slow down, the air purify and a Mona Lisa smile on the face of the world. The cavemen understood and knew their existence every day when they woke up and wondered about their next meal or how to cure a tooth ache. How privileged can I be to feel alive just by witnessing the splendor of the morning? I don’t have to wonder where my next meal comes from, how my health is, and how I am going to survive. The sunrise reminds me of that every day and for that I truly have to be thankful. I wonder if God is letting us know how wonderful our life really is.