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.