Friday, November 12, 2004

Impermanence

Impermanence is the tandoori chicken stains on the tips of my fingers.

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Does the month of your birth actually have some bearing on your personality? I'm sure that there was some basis to the study of star signs that lead to the theory of characteristics. Maybe they saw too many mentally unstable people being born in November. Maybe all that insanity floating around lead people to believe that Scorpios were a volatile blend. Am I making sense to you?

Think about it for a minute. If you could choose your birthday, when would it be?

January seems like such a serious month, what then is the month of frivolousness? There are times I wish a bottle of nail polish could push me to the edge of an orgasmic bliss. The April/May period seems like a month of peace and warmth. But then again, this is all pretty subjective isn't it?

If I lived in a different country, maybe even in a different hemisphere, the climate would be totally different. April/May would then be a period of overcharged energy running through an undercurrent in the air.


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