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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Obstacles of being. Part Five.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
My house.

Freshly baked bread.
Slides projected on the walls.
Jenni's rocky road.
Jenni's hugs.
Chopping the hedges.
Driving practice.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.
Girls at the park saying to Zee: "you're sister looks funny with that bun on top of her head".
Kisses from Mishka.
Poem suggestions from dream boys.
The first easter hunt I have ever had.
The softest bed.
This is nice.
Friday, April 22, 2011
I wish I could speak dolphin.

I've lost my mojo, like Hall & Oats lost that lovin' feeling. There just isn't anything worthwhile speaking about anymore. No Spring flowers, or people riding past on push-bikes. Just the wish of Melvin and life becoming something I look forward to.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Life the world and everything.

Monday: A loaf of bread breathing. Rain pouring down over the city with the lights of the buildings gleaming through the sheets of water.
Tuesday: My freshly baked cookies, piled up to cool.
Wednesday: Nothing to remark.
Thursday: Purple water in the fountain of the "serenity park". Weird.
Friday: To be advised.
Underwater, Bruce Mozert
beat.
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