Taste: tumeric spinach potato; tuna Sight: black matte mustang; a single bright star on the pale grey and blue pastel evening sky; purple lilacs blowing in the wind on a grey day; 1963 Studebaker Avanti; a1971 Kharmann Ghia. Sound: a ticking clock Touch: lotion between the toes Smell: lilacs in the house Extra: "I am a working fisher | of verses, living and wet, | that go leaping in my veins." — Pablo Neruda; "Yo soy obrero pescador | de versos vivos y mojados | que siguen saltando en mis venas." — Pablo Neruda; "The Garden of the Rose Apple Tree for You Oh, My Darling"; "Man must be in permanent revolt against limits of all kinds...[to] transform the world." — surrealist Andre Breton Grateful for: Humility
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