Sylvie and I went out on a cool feminist walk and we talked about how we hate 99% of the women in this country and we talked about models for marriage and we talked about c0ck and we talked about what to do with ourselves, in the grand scheme of things, and she was talking about how she decided not to be an architect because she didn't want to be one of these people who makes steel cable and fiberglass things which fall over but look great doing it, and I laughed and a couple of minutes later I couldn't remember the word Architecture so I said Archaeology, whatever you call it, Anarchy

and she reminded me that earlier we had been looking at the yellow hibiscus by the pool and I said I want an hibiscus to put behind my ear because I was high on being home and high on the smell of bay trees and high up in the foothills anyway and Sylvie said What is Anhibiscus anyway? and we figured if Anhydrous is something resistant to water, Anhibiscus must be a garden resistant to hibiscus

maybe it is full of whiteflies