a mother with her gaggle of children at the supermarket asked one to retrieve a purple onion. her will was done. then the youngest girl who was sitting in the cart seat put the onion to her forehead. the siblings began chanting onion onion onion onion onion onion. and the girl pulled a face just like that picture from the time-life book of the shaman possessed. i swear for god she did. looked like she was divining the future. and she waved one hand around with the onion still pressed to her face right between her eyes. just staring at the onion. and she started whispering onion onion onion onion onion onion. and then suddenly a purple onion sounded very good to me. so i got one. extraordinary.

listening: float on-- kidz bop kids.

sister brought me a matilija poppy pressed in newspaper. huge. and the boss still smells like apricots.

and we'll all float on okay...

good good good.