The Kiss of a Butterfly
January 29, 2006
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One of the butterflies gently settled on my hand, unfurled its proboscis, and licked me. I didn’t put up much of a fight, so it proceeded to lick me several more times before finally flying away.
“You’re as docile as a pregnant cow,” my Visionary Indian Friend announced to no one in particular.
It was hard not to feel placid in the butterfly conservatory with all those gorgeous insects dashing everywhere and the sun warming our faces. For a solid three hours we simply sat around with the butterflies, drying our tears and dreaming of summer days.
And I’ll tell you something else: the butterfly conservatory tastes vaguely like magic. Inside wings are manufactured on assembly lines.
Posted by Tudor at 02:18 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBackJust think of how many tattoos on girls’ backs will be inspired from this post.
Posted by: Dave on January 29, 2006 at 04:00 PMYes, butterfly-back tattoos with the inscription: ‘Docile as a pregnant cow’ scribbled right below them.
Posted by: Laura on January 29, 2006 at 04:18 PMHey I was looking at your photos. I liked some of the stuff you had. I was partial to the bike photography.
bike on!
(oh and if you have not heard of recycle cycles ask me)
Posted by: Ally on January 30, 2006 at 12:37 AMI really like that place. It’s truly magical. It’s better to wear bright clothes, then the butterflies follow you around thinking you’re a flower.
Posted by: Kathy on January 30, 2006 at 12:41 AMI’m glad you liked the bike photos, Ally. So there will come a whole little booklet of bike photography — just you wait!
I am a flower!
Posted by: Tudor on January 30, 2006 at 09:35 PM