Vinyl dreaming.

"I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on"

-The One That Got Away, Katy Perry.

Obstacles of being. Part Five.

What a useless waste of time and resources hair is. I wish I could cut straight, I would cut it off myself. But no, I have to go to a place and sit in a chair and be asked questions that I don't want to answer and have a comb to the eye and then charged for it. I hate hair. End rant.

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My house.

This shower should be illegal its so good.

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.

Human voices.

Listen and learn. I love T.S. Eliot.

Here.

I wish I could speak dolphin.

Probably my new favourite show. Except of course for the episodes where they speak "cave-man".

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.

Life the world and everything.

A vision a day:

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.

I absolutely love Adele's film clip 'Rolling in the Deep'. Every shot is so planned out and beautifully designed.