tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608291.post-47792540333713956532008-05-05T21:07:00.000-07:002008-05-05T21:13:33.372-07:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evehorizon/2462884341/" title="trail by evehorizon, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/2462884341_f7ec927f68.jpg" alt="trail" height="333" width="500" /></a><br /><br />Every now and then I stop along the trail and run roughshod through the grass, when you can feel the most eyes upon you, and flush the wild animals from their hiding spots. I am honing my pre-sapien skills, and could take the little eggs, I suppose, but pictures are just fine for now, because I am married to Whole Foods and ain't no need to flirt with the fat of the land. <p></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;">This is the same law of natural selection I am so eager to skirt, 'cause I am about to re-affirm my oaths to my career, and am wondering if I will still be allowed to flirt with life, run roughshod through that part of the trail clearly marked NO TRESPASSIN' VI-O-LATORS WILL BE PERSECUTED. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;">Oh, what I wouldn't give right now for a bad influence with a heart full of god, but I seem to burn through my vicarious proxies, who used to come up like cheatgrass from a wildfire, but we are turning old growth. I am down to my last unhealthy relationship, taking slow, easy tokes; it is like a glowing ember upon my tongue. Goddamn, it rains, it pours.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evehorizon/2463717440/" title="junco eggs by evehorizon, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2463717440_8dbbbd3e23.jpg" alt="junco eggs" height="334" width="500" /></a><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;">What I am telling myself is that I may need a little help letting go. So if you are standing on the ledge, and I ask you to stomp on those fingers, please don't try to talk me out of it, because we have been down that slow, easy road. My one underqualification all this time has been my youth, but I am tellin you I've got a plan for that. </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: georgia;">I didn't live enough way back when, and I admit to stealing a few of those eggs, with no regard for the empty nests or mother hens. I have watched enough landings to know when to tuck and when to roll. I will nail that landing with flying colors.<br /></p>/brandon\http://www.blogger.com/profile/10450625039521910963noreply@blogger.com