Guy at the bar last night said he loved eating pussy. He loved the smell. Pretzels and chocolate frosting. The snow is coming down slow and beautiful. The light is staying muchblonger now. There have been many other changes, many other ups and downs and I have endured. There is no reason to think I will not endure this time around as well. Maybe in a past life I was a painter. Words are what make the world go round. And good penmanship is important, even in this digital age. This brave new world. Water is also important. The cab driver wanted to be submerged fully in water. He wanted to heal. Yesterday, out on the open ice the wind whipped us. Open hand slapped our faces. It is cold for this time of year. My boss wants to maintain a sense of randomness, always; indefinitely. Loafty dreamer. Maybe the cat and I will exchange gifts tonight and have ourselves a merry little March 18th Christmas. Light candles, put up a tree…