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yesterday was fabulous.
i'm very grateful to my friends and some beautiful people who live in this city.
i am inspired.
today i bought a sketchbook and drew sunbathers at the lake.
i would like a hooka.
i'd like to move out.
i'd like to move in and out and in and out.
i'd like to have at least one little baby to put on my boobies.
i'm curious about the 7 year regeneration cycle.
i love my family.
my bedroom.
and my body.
today i slept in until noon! ah dreams and watchlessness.
last night i got home at 1am and stood in the kitchen eating
homemade goat milk ricotta and raspberries and honey on homade spelt bread munchies.
before that i rode my bike home in the starlight and delighted in the darkest parts like i used to in the fall when i wrote that play about bike lessons.
before that i walked with gabe cipes from coco kimmits hippie love tent, but we got lost, which is the grandest endeavor in ones own town.
and before that i smoked a joint with my old spanish teacher.
and before that i was at the fed witnessing the horrendous hate crime of drive by pepper spraying...and before that i had a avacado shaker and my eyes were closed and i was shaking that thing all over the place and thinking about buying a malibu.
and before that me and hana wind were walking down the road talking about fashion design.
and before that we were eating glorious sushis at naganos with melanie castle.
and before that we were swimming high in the lake.
and before that we were smoking a fatty on the beach.
and before that i was writing in a tree.
today i've spoken maybe 100 words and read a tiny tiny bit and wrote a bit, and this.
i'm very grateful to my friends and some beautiful people who live in this city.
i am inspired.
today i bought a sketchbook and drew sunbathers at the lake.
i would like a hooka.
i'd like to move out.
i'd like to move in and out and in and out.
i'd like to have at least one little baby to put on my boobies.
i'm curious about the 7 year regeneration cycle.
i love my family.
my bedroom.
and my body.
today i slept in until noon! ah dreams and watchlessness.
last night i got home at 1am and stood in the kitchen eating
homemade goat milk ricotta and raspberries and honey on homade spelt bread munchies.
before that i rode my bike home in the starlight and delighted in the darkest parts like i used to in the fall when i wrote that play about bike lessons.
before that i walked with gabe cipes from coco kimmits hippie love tent, but we got lost, which is the grandest endeavor in ones own town.
and before that i smoked a joint with my old spanish teacher.
and before that i was at the fed witnessing the horrendous hate crime of drive by pepper spraying...and before that i had a avacado shaker and my eyes were closed and i was shaking that thing all over the place and thinking about buying a malibu.
and before that me and hana wind were walking down the road talking about fashion design.
and before that we were eating glorious sushis at naganos with melanie castle.
and before that we were swimming high in the lake.
and before that we were smoking a fatty on the beach.
and before that i was writing in a tree.
today i've spoken maybe 100 words and read a tiny tiny bit and wrote a bit, and this.