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bio: eve
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10/17/2005
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Previous Posts
Snails in Paradise
What do you know about snails?
Career Spotlight: Field Biologist
Notice: East Coast Branch Closure
May all beings be free from suffering: late winter in the country
The country haircut


Category List
April - National Poetry Month 2008
depression
dogs
February Smackdown
food and wine
Hawaii
Italy 2k7
pants
people
robot
the natural world
the rest of the world
the sexy



Favorite Things
drinking
· burdock root tea
eating
· gingerbread
reading
· Lucky Peach

When I was 21 and Had the Chickenpox (oh, that was when
I was 23).


Let's see, I liked boys who didn't know shit from
shinola, hot-rods and barn music, Italian ice cream
without sprinkles, salt-less pretzels dipped in waxy
chocolate & Japanese sex cartoons overdubbed in
Spanish.
Life was good.
Well, it was good enough, as long as the dope
(whatever boyfriend) was smoking.
It was not for me to ask the question
why?
But, my "friends" would accuse
me of being pathologically cheerful at times, and
would laugh at my need to smile toward complete and
utter strangers. Stranger yet, I would kiss a date
only when my lips were smeared with (a home made)
lemon-sour chap stick. I would feel the quack of 1000
ducks being blown to bits during the make out session.
Okay, so I made that last part up, but the wicked
sensation would momentarily block out the sun.

The upside is, things get much better.
Also much worse, but much better.




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