Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

I can see it in colour then to read to next down the list -(of weed leaves to count.)

The walker of fame. Walking through the squirts and magical sneezing clicks strict currents of repeated bands scaling through as they bounce through to the otherside. A place soaked and slammed with the last sentence as a tiny small loving.

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Monday, July 4, 2016

He likes all the little girl antics of wanting to be a princess. 
my house mate keeps walking around the fire and like soaking up the heat from it like a sponge.
His friend is so rude though. I begin typing and he puts his hand up on the side of the couch like some Indian gypsy telling me to stop and then persisting in firmly tapping the top of my knee as I sit across to him. Reaching like tugging on his own chest for the pull into his tap.