Been reading more of One Hundred Years of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez). I'm serious, this man is a genius. A pure genius. Those yellow butterflies that were always around Mauricio Babilonia, beautiful. And when the last butterfly died, Meme finally accepted Mauricio's death... Marquez creates these worlds where people live in poems. If only I could've been a character in a Marquez book! I might have to die of an exploded intestine thanks to poison mistakenly put in my drink instead of the sister's but hey, I'd even get to die a poetic death.
What I wouldn't give for a lover who was always surrounded by yellow butterflies. But I'd settle for just a poet.
I'm making brownies right now, and the middle just won't finish baking. i'm afraid the whole top and bottom are going to burn before the middle bakes through. I hope not- cause they look so mega yummy right now.
TOMORROW'S THE D-PLAN SHOW. Dickson Theater 8pm.
(If any of my Texan friends are keeping up with this blog- D-Plan'll be in Ft Worth at the Ridglea Theater on Saturday, May 31st if you want to catch their last show.)
"I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life, it's all a mystery."- The Flaming Lips