you've gotta watch out for that slouch

so sorry ive been forgetting about you. the morning wasted and tons to drink. this is not my story. last night i ate burger king. and never again..

hurry up and get in gear mode. and be ready to spit.
i am very young. in a couple a months ill be older, and it will be by a year. all of a sudden, everyone all at once will want to be friends with me. i'm all for the lesbian gossip magazines, there was a portable display of bagged pussies. so boring always it sounds. but which one are you?


i like sitting in the hot tub thinking about everyone who could've peed or how everyone jumps in naked and im just wallowing in their sweaty whats. this is what happend yesterday. praxis got a new bed too, i'm only jealous. i'm only jealous as i fall asleep on the carpet while shhes devoured by fluffy goodness of past time feathers while m sneezing and feeling awake.

if its not a healthy relationship, cut the chain.

this morning i woke up pretty early. while washing the residue mascara from the bottom of my eye bags i became one to realize that ive short handily missed my little one on one chat with tony, twice.
im happy about what im wearing. i feel very compatible. at night i get heat waves, flashing incognito, its my boo fucking me over. as not with another women but with his little games of hide and seek and sneak a peek peek a boo. and i shit all over. already im feeling today coming hungry.

i have 6 minutes. i feel stupid.

i have 9 9 9 9 9 nine minutes. here we go. i am going to play tennis. i have my tennis racket inside my back pack. also threee tennis balls. im wearing shorts later. with white shoes with a green line. right now i have on two socks with brown stripes they are old and fall by my ankles. im wearing mens pajamas. i feel ok.

this is how i feel right now

leave me alone

some people have ways to batter down the truth of reality. i for one know that i am in love with all things that taste like lavender ice cream. bollywood is also a nice place to go to when you're sick of the conventional places that life mortifyingly provides. i believe in great remixes and powder on your belly when your a little baby, and everyday you cry. smelling good isn't essential, i like the raw taste of a real meal. the flavors stick out like ammonia chlorine bleached sheets. there is an under toned regret for its arrival. so to follow up on yesterdays proposition i propose to be a boring girl. don't talk to me anymore. there's no time.

my moms quitting smoking and it makes her more demanding. i love hearing the stories.. still we're the same.
the man i love i feel should be the same as me. as we walk down the street well have the same taste, the same ears, ringing in them something un constitutional it wont stop. ill run around wearing his same old puke stained shirt. the one i spat on as i was draining down the ditch. he'll wear those same old pants with that same old smirk and all along ill never get tired. and on well go....

all I'm thinking about right now is rice pudding and the attraction it has to my soul. he has a recipe that i cant resist. I'm almost feeling great except i cant stop recalling the ditch of doom. yesterday i was falling down a mountain. without recollection I'm glad i had a board mask and boots. the ride was even more exciting. because i was just sitting. and what can be more fun. leafing around that is.
some get better with instinctual skill and others rent out books.

UPDATE UPDATE!

spains hitting me at the end of june

i just finished an entire lifetime of work, and I've washed my hands so much that i've turned into a shriveled up tomato. tomorrow ill have a ball game. i'll really hate it as i'll be squatting on the ground for nearly two hours. its annoying-- having balls popping up flying smack into my face. its serious when you miss one and someone makes it home and your shitting bricks because your entire life is dependent on your current level of excitement. i don't feel so pumped when i loose. after that I'm usually in for a harder trip because I'm forced to run on top.

anyways
yesterday i dropped a buffalo shrimp in the bottom of the oven. this was the worse mistake of my life. "don't be clumsy carla" that's what i am forced to repeat every time i get up. I'm up and running the up and coming it. today was ok, before i did all that work i was doing absolutly nothing, thank god for corn pops.

would you ever lie to me?

how long will it take until the answer is no

what a little sweet heart

close your eyes.
youre taking a shower and thinking about the only thing you think about when your alone and in heat.
i hear you.

today was a good day. for the most part i did absolutely nothing. i sat on a chair sunbathing my legs under a tent by a hole.

here i was surrounded with tons of family, and people who wanted to support ettiene's new rise to Catholicism.

i ate paeya and potato salad, bbq chicken on a stick and cake. i almost tasted everything at once, i couldve thrown up but i decide that i liked everything inside me. not only did we feed are selves and are guests but we fed the entire park, the rangers, the stoners, the men playing hackey sak, the old ladys collecting cans, the weird man with no toes, and anyone who was hungry and in need of a good meal. one lucky bum got to keep five bucks. according to baba

it is harder to recieve than give, to ask than offer and plus she believes that giving him money could only give little ettienne good luck.

i nodded the whole while, infatuated in disbelief. once three thirty rolled by we gathered in. the priest made all five hundred kids balloon animals, which delayed the service and kept em quiet.

we got a little bored and took this picture.