Conscious Living

I decided to visit the ole car dealership. I'm sick of walkin'. His name was Ed. This car salesman had teeth that looked like a ceramic floor torn up. As he pointed out a car, his balding head was trickling beads of sweat, splashing against the hood of the car. When I arrived, I didn't expect a Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star experience, but I didn't expect to go blind from the print of his shirt. Ed was sweet like Shirley Temple, but his lisp made him spit like Babe Ruth. Before Ed could pop the question, I ran. All I had with me was a frying pan filled with a few burnt bills. I had to run. If I looked back, I would've turned into Lot's wife. It's like they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I'm not walking' anymore, I'm running.

lemons are made to last, not really last, but prolong the life of a select few things. it prolongs the life of cut apples and my water--and that's actually all I can think of right now. I'm sure it has more value, than I can come up with. that is how I view a lot of things though. I can have a small, very narrow viewpoint on the value of something. clearly, I have no clue. it could potentially be awareness--the fact that I'm lacking in it. the way I view family time, the passion I have for coffee, how I feel about world travel, my stance on God, the way I handle stress, my heart for vegetables, my wish for peace there are thousands of ways all of these aspects can be dealt with differently.