I busted open my head next to my eye last night when I thought a spider had landed on my back as I was eating. It was only fly.. Nevertheless my irrational fear of these tiny arachnids brought out some blood on my first night. Maybe if I wasn’t eating on the bed, Maybe if the ledge behind me was just three inches lower, then I would have just flopped around and got the little guy off, and zoop been back to my noodles.. But no, now I am convinced, it is bad juju to sleep in a mirror like issi said.
She has a flute.. She told me last night.
Native American pipes, But I have never played in front of a nice lady such as this..
No I have only played to annoy my friends, or in an intoxicated interruption from these damn ants.. It’s no subway out here if I do something goofy I have to see her and live with it every day for the next few months.
(I wonder how Matthew is out in Cali?)
(There are so many people that I feel like I know, In love with their story, I wonder if these trees have brought him the news, Relativity & confuse) Not fake news, unjust). It’s just; this is nice.
Can you find the little purple chair??