COMMUTE JOYS

new blooms spotted. going feral because i cant know what they are, theyre on the highway!

ones were small and yellow, probably wildflowers, the others were small and pink. i know about every flower in this city and ill be livid if they turn out to be just vincas. fuck vincas. madagascar periwinkle. and while were at it, fuck petunias. fuck mexican petunias. fuck zinnias. fuck plumerias. fuck cape marguerites. fuck red ixoras. fuck canna lillies. fuck a las onces. fuck jatrophas. fuck oleander. FUCK FUCK FUCK PLUMERIAS. fuck golden trumpets. and fuck morning glories.

besides flower spotting my favourite part of my life's dreadful dreary commutes are the tea sellers on the way back. i lower the window down and sacrifice a little hearing for a little smelling. the smoke of burning firewood immediately carries a few lanes over into my car somehow and if it werent a highway id slow down a little to prolong the fleeting. sacrifice a little existing for a little smelling?