2004-06-28
good pie
yesterday is now a blur. i tried to sleep, but i couldn't. i get too busy thinking some coherent yet obscure thoughts. too many of them. must record. try not to mention names, but must record.
stale marshmallows. did someone make this wooden chair? neil fell, that must have hurt. even i wasn't that squimish about it. you just take another step up to the next rung and let go. people get physical for no apparent reason. i shouldn't complain about this. you're bucky's son. your hair looks sexy like that. really? well, sort of. forks shrivel up. i like embers. they like me. katy don't go yet. i wish she stayed. that rock. remembering the remnants of sunlight. yeah, it's great every time. go away all of you, this was my rock for a second there. well, maybe not all of you. i miss the country, my old home, more than i thought i did. i spilt that pop. twice. the trick is just not letting go. eric is a brother, and not in the good way. kermit meow. the cat probably didn't want me to hold it. i didn't let go though. well, the first time i did. she is more kindred than i thought, that is nice. her boonies- boonies on the left side. you were gone the whole time. yes, it was amanda-ish. invader zim owns evil garden gnomes. wow that's a hilarious word. why are you hugging him like that? these shoes suck. all he needed was his fiddle/violin. euphemisms do not exist. eric tried to convince others i am a whole lot sicker than i am in actuality. his eyebrows are crazy. all i really got was watching them. that garage top, petie pleaing to leave after we had to go find her. he must not be very honorable. i am too protective. sarah's outcasting tendencies. he would have waited if there was something more. maybe i should write him a note. ok sorry, bad joke. tender orange melon. we'll do this again. free game house. katy's joke. julian is a poor tango-er. i am superb. well, not always. bright moon its light penetrating my pupils they shrink even though it is dark they shrink. he wouldn't wait. ok. so this is it. yeah right you call that brave.. careening down some rope? try telling people how you really feel about them, that is brave. no, you're wrong. that was a really long walk. aversion to worshipping structure. that's no bon fire. the popsicles are missing. the sweetness isn't concerned with me either. no metaphors. julian as a simile. other things are too. my head is like a radio, intercepting many different transmissions and broadcasts. no off button. eric likes making quotation marks as a gesture. sarah teasing me that there is something more going on there, whispering like little girls. badminton not as fun as last time. little boy plays with green hose. rabid dog. michael is silly i forgot how much fun we had in math. this feels nice on my feet it was a good idea. don't fear the fire it is afraid of you. did i leave the shaving pictures in julian's coat pocket? everyone has been mentioned now i believe. in all fairness. must do more again before we all leave. no mosquito bites this time, what a blessing. good pie. hah.
leesah-likes at 12:33 p.m.