This morning is purplebluemagenta and curled with little winged fantasies of being alive. This being alive monster is a strong strange catapult into my birth chamber. This is life and this is warmth and this is all the little words that stung around the slicing burning edges of my mind today. Today, tomorrow and all the words in between. Here’s to another day of grass green giving and gargantuan golden flows of embers of love floating from the sky all the way back to my eareye canal.