March 12, 2011

child of the garden Gods

dear i haven't been tired once diary,

now that is really something, considering i have been up for almost three hours now. i am declaring today 'awake day,' for me anyway. i have always dreamed of having my own apple orchard. i know that sounds stupid, but i love apples. i want to make cider and pies and applesauce and jelly and jam and bake them and fry them and make bread and make heads for little people like my uncle did- and there is just so much you can do with an apple. you can just stew an apple and it is the best thing you ever had in your life. fucking apples man- who knew. peaches are the same way- but you gotta be a garden God to grow them bitches. talk about persnickety. temperamental litttle bitches. ima just buy them bitches by the trunkful. my relatives grow them fuckers. plus they go bad so fast- you gotta be in the mood to work them up as soon as you get ahold of them- or you are fucking stupid. don't misunderstand me tho- my love for peaches runs deep, so very deep, but you can do so much more with apples- if given the choice between owning an orchard of peaches or apples- i would have to choose the apples. but maybe a couple of peach trees would be sweet.