before 11 am
while the wind was blowing and the sun was shining:
brass music suddenly started playing when jacques cousteu ran across the street this morning. i was warming up my car. he was wearing a grey hat, grey sweatshirt and red short shorts. the word was STRINGY. i was slightly jealous.
a diminuative grandma was tottering slowly on the street corner. she was wearing head-to-toe yellow plastic with a hood over their head. she'll eventually get to where she's going, and will be dry as a desert.
the skinny-legged old man who usually wears silky skirts was standing on the street corner with his greasy, balding, long-haired pal in his neon running jacket. he was wearing a silky red flowered skirt like the one i wore on sunday.
there were ocean waves battling the concrete floating structure as cars inched across. indeed, my car is covered with saltwater. <3
brass music suddenly started playing when jacques cousteu ran across the street this morning. i was warming up my car. he was wearing a grey hat, grey sweatshirt and red short shorts. the word was STRINGY. i was slightly jealous.
a diminuative grandma was tottering slowly on the street corner. she was wearing head-to-toe yellow plastic with a hood over their head. she'll eventually get to where she's going, and will be dry as a desert.
the skinny-legged old man who usually wears silky skirts was standing on the street corner with his greasy, balding, long-haired pal in his neon running jacket. he was wearing a silky red flowered skirt like the one i wore on sunday.
there were ocean waves battling the concrete floating structure as cars inched across. indeed, my car is covered with saltwater. <3