I WAS reading Dosteyevski's "Demons" and one character to another was complaining that the character that they were speaking AT, had "Gone to Seed". And they said it over again and in a few different ways. For some reason, I had great difficulty grasping just what exactly was being said here. Gone to seed, gone to seed, I said over in my brain, with a long and contemplative "hmmmmmmm". Most of the time when I'm reading Dosteyevki and I don't understand a passage, there usually is a small number at the end of it denoting where in the back of the book, I will then be made to understand. Here, though, it was plain as a fart, that I should already have known what it had meant to have "Gone to seed".
I finally understood this of course, after some lettuce bolted and then afterward had "Gone to seed"! Hell Yeah! Now I fucking GET IT! MOMMY.
Pictured here are NOT the seeds I planted, because I didn't take a picture of them yet. But here are some cabbage starts, from something that has quite simply, Gone to seed.
Here is where I have dwelled on, "why", too many times. Why do the bugs eat first what I want to eat? Every single fucking time. So one day I went to the market and bought HELLA GARLIC. I stuffed the ground so full it that it may as well have been a great big bowl of GARLIC SOUP! Take THAT you STUPID bug creatures! I really wish you would think of others..... as yr being repelled from this stinking rose of uh THANG.
I'm getting a little long winded on this on this post. Here Here (hear hear), we all say to the great BREVITY lord that looms over PUNK LAND. But do you not fantasize with words in yr brain too, when you see and think about things future and past? Sometimes you have nothing to say at all and all you can do with your expression is meditate about how glad you are about being with a wonderful community of freaks. Sometimes that is boring for your other freak punk friends though. We are not ALWAYS into EVERY thing.
So here it is, a pepper bush that finally gets it. The sun is up YO.