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I love it when my little Pieru wraps her paw around my arm so I pet her. She sneaks it up, only the one. Hairy little pretty beast who hacks the feeding machine. Meow, so cute. Good thing I trained her like a dog. Makes her even cuter. Sausage comes to me for love. Nakki, cow, dog, little piggie, makkara, are just a the first of her nicknames.

The most valuable thing I have in life is a heightened appreciation for music. I practiced violin for hours and hours in solitary, tiny, ugly practice rooms in the basement of a building for years. It's only in the recent couple of years that I feel so fortunate for having failed. The pressure is off and I can gush without pretense about Bach Sonatas and Partitas for violin. God I love this shit! He makes the rest of the world and worldly problems vanish. When I hear him, I am suspended in air in three full dimensions. All things scientific, poof! Gone. Pure soul juice.

I still play.

As a writer, you look to your left, see a wonderful writing utensil that you want to lift into your hand and touch.

Doh!

It's atop the metal toilet-roll holder in a public toilet and who knows what's on that fine-flowing object. 'Oh, I bet that pen writes so smoothly and nicely.' Blue ink. Fuck. Can't touch it.

What a warm feeling to talk to close friends in a far place. Glad to know you two are adjusting and able to see (on a daily basis) family and friends, who have otherwise been far away. What I would give to smoke hookah with you right now and listen to your stories, while falling off our chairs laughing about stupid shit.

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