I love your lips when they’re wet with wine and red with wicked desire. ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Slowly easing back in to Cao’s blog. Slowly, floating back. Not unlike the leaf eddying along a bloated flooding creek, meandering from here to there and back again, no straight decisive line in sight. I miss the morning mental yoga of stretching my mind into a coherent thought. I think I’ve been that way since Joan River’s died. Some feel when countries are war torn we are falling into a world war. I believe the signal of the beginning of a world war is the loss of beloved comedians. Like Sid Caesar, David Brenner, Mickey Rooney, Otto Petersen, Robin Williams, Joan Rivers. Because without laughter we’ve little to pleasure our hearts in this world filled with hatred, anger and abuse. No, I’m sure that can’t be right. I’ve said it all wrong. Perhaps I will tuck this away in gossamer and let it settle in my soul a little bit longer. I think it not done steeping yet.
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