Burnt coffee and B.O. headache. Inside it rains; drips into scattered pails. Spectacled, natural beauty who reads Wittgenstein on break slips into the storeroom; then returns past with semi-transparent white trash bags stretched from empty cups and pastry. Venus takes out the garbage—I muse, convinced the yuppie broker wraps her life in birthday fur.
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Love, love that Venus wears glasses, reads Wittgenstein, and takes out the trash! You paint a wonderfully vivid, detailed, and off-beat portrait of this cultural icon. Can’t say enough about how much I dig this! Fantastic 55!
Looked up Wittgenstein that helped with the ambiance of this 55. Some days I am in the mood to hurt my mind in a coffee shop reading philosophy (it would hurt because my synapses only snap half as good as they used to). Great atmospheric write.
Hello Dustus, just wanted to drop in to say hello and let you know how much I enjoyed reading, and listening to your amazing words. What a picture you painted in this one. I could plainly picture the love goddess gathering up the trash and taking it out. Sorry, I am not on so much now, but I am busy doing the Lord’s work that He has for me to do. I think He knows that I needed to keep very busy in order to deal with not having Larry with me anymore. You take care my young friend, and I will drop in again when time permits me too. Love, Hugs, and Prayers, your friend Vi