Valerian is everywhere and it stinks! Appropriate for a diuretic, no? Love that post-dookie-like aroma.
Anyways I was gonna write something poetic but it's summer and I'd rather leave the images (at least for tonight) to letters, to the only between-you-and-me privacies I have left.
Letters! Scored pages to compatriots in a light childish elegant joyous melancholy script redolent of carrot cake and singing tea and teeming with magical eels, long-tailed tits, tiny islands with honeysuckled roads for arteries, and a thousand hidden enthusiasms . . . Have you written a letter lately?