I hate everyone in the grocery store.
This weather is a lullaby and even tho I have only been awake for three hours, already bed is calling and I have to fight the urge to burrow deep into flannel. I actually don't even have flannel sheets on my bed but I am daydreaming I do.
I dreamt I was in the antarctic with this crazy genius girl who wanted to make maps and I was helping her; she cut out topograghical regions and I placed them on the map like a puzzle but the glue was making us sick and so they sent me home cus it wasn't "my passion" but I didn't want to go because I knew my boyfriend was waiting to bang her crazed dying genius stuck in antarctica style and I was el jealouso extremo.
When I woke up I was thinking of blocks, word blocks, stacked away neatly in a closet and word play and how all my blocks are lost and buried under my mess of clothes and yarn and bags and how "drunk" and "joke" are A and E in my alphabet and how maybe I should go on a mission to discover new consonants. |
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