Mi GRESHNIKI !
Verbal Threnody and Nevada Faerie Kate spent yet another weekend cottaging - itinerary translated visually from her handwritten Russian (Putting the "ish" back in English)... interesting how many points seem to translate effectively - in gist, jism - to me across languages.
Bees sigh, dotty - buzzypalm me, no Ex now, ha - Coatguy tapioca. Korg a mew and poo-exam, nozzle Mako-mug acid. See Eros cement you, my Kyoto - yeah. Lo-cal etoiles mean he "yahoos!" munching you - R.E.M. Ka-POWUM!
Stimulating ideas on the train coming home of the extended phenotype, and Southern Ontario's agricultural landscape - sure to make an appearance on the mindradar scope again.
Upon returning to the city we showered, produced sweaty beds, slept for two hours, discussed meaning and worries, watched Tim Robbins invent hula-hoops.
Woke up in the middle of the night to a strangely tossed bedpartner - a salad of limbs - my inquiry of concern met with a series of terrifying and violent gouges of the face by unconscious fingernails.