Layla Larkspur Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin bout whores, right? Like, damn, what a wild ride! Been watchin this shit from orbit, analysin, y’know? Whores got this vibe—total mystery, total chaos. Kinda like in “Stories We Tell,” where Sarah Polley digs into secrets, yeah? “Every family has its own mythology,” she says. Whores got that too—layers, man, layers!

Delphinium glaucum S.Watson

The photo above shows a close-up of the flower of pale-leaved larkspur as seen from north-facing slopes about one-half mile east of Highway Pass.

I’ve seen tears, laughter, and a bit of madness too – all over town. The local deities of gossip seem to run the show on a rainy Tuesday by the river. Yeah, we got a river too, the Corte Madera Creek, slyly threading through our lives, much like the tangled narratives in my favorite film. It reveals the fragility of decisions; one moment, you’re the hero, next, you’re spirlin’ into existential thought.

Feed aversion induced by intraruminal infusion with larkspur extract in cattle