to myself i must behave badly of late it seems. for i have quelled to speech the right to write what is inside of me until the brew of insanity mixed within my tea there is only one of mend the first batch of the day as morning had long broken the sky was papaya and pineapple and as i read the morning mail and lingered upon uneventful news. the flask had become low in its remains the greens shouted out at me and so into the blender went watercress and the rind of lime. next the stomach chirped i want more than brew. so out came the skillet mushrooms and broccoli too. zucchini, radish, and garlic Shanghai Bok choy and tomato sauce finished the stew. Topped off with white of rice strewn and mixed it was time for the complementary tea to fix lavender and rose petals to calm the redundant garlic now out to the garden I must go to sow something more than my being