sometimes everything is slow and sometimes it is fast. today the latter. late and later (leider?). ladder on up i wish i had a saddle and a direction i wish my horse would do something with them feet. someone found a poem today it was lovely and had a telephone and another someone wanted me (how so?) in their camp. i used to could rev in the hot light but now one foot only down below (watch the ditch).

"A tiger, as everyone knows, is a four-legged striped tawny feline which can be found in the dictionary."


I've decided a few things: one, that from now on I only wish to do laundry in public, with others that are doing laundry, and I'd prefer not to pay more than two or three bucks per load (including both wash and dry cycles).

another, that the daily ritual of ornamenting my face with various paints will be slowly replaced with smearing the dyes of plants and berries into various 'moments' of color (already switched lips. the rest of the face follows), so that i am same attractiveness but absorbing less cancer.

and, a third, that one can never really be full. one is either not full or has moved past full to absolute pain. i think this might be true. i'll check my sources and speak very slowly.