Foxavier Loves Plinka by Scott Talbot Evans edited by Liesl Gaesser

Author:Scott Talbot Evans edited by Liesl Gaesser [Gaesser, Scott Talbot Evans edited by Liesl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-01T22:00:00+00:00

I'm either the craziest person in the world, or the only sane person left. Maybe we're both right. Who's we? These are the ravings of a lunatic. Who's asking the question? Is it the royal we ? No, it's the delusions of grandeur we. The more lovable you feel, the more love you perceive. Many attractive receptive females here. Think positive, and positivity will be drawn to you. Assume people are good. Project friendliness. Shovel thy neighbor. Look past appearance and see spirit. Expect to have a positive encounter with everyone you meet. Put love out into the world, and expect it to come back. Hearts have become a theme in my work. I do heart pins, heart lights, and heart sculptures.

Going to have a show of my painted shirts at the center. Put fliers on every light pole downtown. While setting up, I make my first sale, the starcrossmoon shirt. A very good sign. The night of my big show, I avoid human interaction by tending to the food. Sit behind the counter eating cheese cubes and crackers.

A woman takes a cherry tomato. I offer her a wafer. “I can't eat crackers because I have celiac disease.” She has short curly hair like a flapper.

"How about some cheese?”

She takes a piece. “I'm also lactose intolerant.”

I smile. "Why can't you eat crackers?"

“I can't have gluten. I can have goat's milk.”

“I like cheese.”

Her face lights up, “Have you ever had Trigal?”

“I took penicillin for that.”

She giggles. Her laugh trail off into a snicker, like Miss Pennybottom, a prissy British character, I just made up.

“Would you like a strawberry?”

Her eye are big, beautiful, wide, steel, hazel, ice cubes. “Strawberries are one of the worst for pesticides.”

“You can't win. You can't even have fruit.”

“Organic.” She has happy, chubby, rosy cheeks.

“Seven dollars for one strawberry.”

"You vote with your pocketbook." Expressive dainty eyebrows, which naturally grow neatly groomed.

“What happens if you eat gluten?”

“I could die.” She has a cute little button nose that pops straight out her face. We're talking. Hitting it off. Indeed these are strange times. “I can't eat anything here.”

“There's rice.”

“White rice is the same as eating sugar.” Her teeth are pretty, and straight, and clean.

“Brown rice is good, but white is deadly. I won't eat the crackers because they probably have trans fat. Everything causes cancer. The only reason we're alive is to keep buying more products. It's okay to maim you , because then you keep buying maim supplies.”

“Maim supplies!” She laughs. “My name is Plinka. I like your shirts.”

“Thanks. . . What activities do you like?”

“I'm a photographer. I have a website. I'm also a musician. We cut a CD.”

“Cool. What's the name?”

“Mess Expressioner.” The conversation goes a long time. I say the line that Laurie taught me, “We should go out for coffee some time.”

“I can't have caffeine, but I'd like that,” she says with a smile.

“They've got green tea.”

“Sometimes I have a Caramel Macchiato. I'm not supposed to.”

We talk for a long time. We're clicking. I've met a women.

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