Hej Då

  I don't know what to do.

CBS Sunday Morning then morning yoga.

Hank keeps whining at the door this morning, then comes back inside, and so on.

I just drank some rum.

It is monday morning. 

I love feeling things.

The whiter of the sun burn

burning For Life

We live like one billion suns, all of the sky

Dying to live

Hello baker friend

Hot blood

No one has real eyes

16 page report, chart, graph, outline

Biography of the father

Hello, kill deer music maker

Hero on the lake the mist the sweaty clouds the red spots on the furry skin

blue black dreaming with eyelids peeled Hicky sticky

in the sticks

waiting

hunting

forking ducks

Sweaty aperture

Noxious signs for left at the light, red lights, no right turns, yellow yellowing

orange like brothers warning

no warm hugs

screaming quietly

sitting inside

broken bodies, bones vibrating in fearful pain

shaking like leaves in night breezes

shivering geese stuck in muddy tapestries hanging dark ancient walls

music of the spheres,

wait for 12 hours

You will die,

being to remember.

Some one takes the time and pays the attention.

No one is necessary,

like the light of life

needing some interesting facts

to live together : special skills : Nurse, Fire fighter, Contractor, plumber, electrician, gardener, rancher, butcher

Computer scientist

Factory owner

Death collector

The End

mother.

 I am

looking forward 

to dreaming, sleeping late

and doing nothing tomorrow.

 The Okavango and Okefenokee are both in Oklahoma, okay?

i want to be Death

 

to Adele :

Hello

Enter

Adele Wallace

How are you doing today

Enter

08:58

You sent

Hey, just browsing facebook,,,, going to see niece and nephews in a bit. [: -- My brothers mother and I are going bowling on Sunday in honour of Dad. 20 years.. difficult to imagine.

Hey, window sill.

 Hey, window sill. I was looking out for talking some sense.

I was looking out for a good steal. I waddle over to the edge of the doorway. We repaint once the life of winter regroups. I saw the world into five roughly equal parts. 

My mother, at 67 years old, tried to rearrange the refrigerator, magnets and all. Six weeks later in the hospital. I had lived in a rented room on north Pecan for 6 and a half months. Money from the IRS kept things easy for me. My decisions were limited, or I was limited in my decision making.

The house had a pecan, in the back corner outside of the fence. Mom's place was mostly oaks.

The scenery of my desk made mistakes, such as this.

As bright as autumn afternoons in south central Texas, my hoping eyes delivered prizes. I picked up a pine cone, reminded of 4th grade.

My best friend was Hermes, though no one knew that. We made a game of waiting outside for the next class after lunch. Hot orange bricks. Little grass blades float on the breezes. Where did we go when we knew all of this would be over?

So I had Hill Country Fare whole milk in the fridge. I had 2 red onions. I had leftover chinese dumplings. I left abruptly. Too much later, I lay limp in the dark on my old bed, replying to a text from Rosie my landlady.

I spent almost a minute on each word.

Luckily, in the morning, all was forgiven.

The rakes bred the fed coffee, soldier towers, the real saint factors

purple swam swans greet filantropía

on the road from six am to eleven

seven sisters running water the sincere black child's Watch.

The End

I wrote this on paper

 11-10-2021  1608

It is very important for me to write. I hope to do it neatly and efficiently enough enough. I just took a small swig of Rum, sailer jerry... Mom is lying on bed again. Hank is right out there on the driveway. I am hunched over the ping pong table and my hand is feeling crampy. It has been too long since I've written. Maybe I should type instead. I got some major problems I hope to work out. I hope my Giddings library job goes well, goes on for the correct amount of time, leading to a good Life for us all.

The end            Later, Babies

- I'll pick Toni Morrison's Jazz for the staff book club. [ actually I will get God Bless the Child, because it's her last.]

P.S

I wanna go for a walk before dark or at least I'll fetch with Hank.

( it's important to go outside )

-

Dream  11-10-2021  -- > No dream

11-12-21

1980s Matthew Broderick in a small town, I watch someone from somewhere else ask for their game of monopoly back, but Brod. says it's still being cleaned because he and his family wrote on the game, making it into a new game. Brod asks if the other person has done that; they seem annoyed and say no. In a big messy bedroom, I see Brod's family play the game; it's like an old card game. They have stacks of monopoly 5s and 20s. 

My bros and I walk thru a public place, maybe a big university, plain and old. We travel thru green fields near woods, maybe farms, big old wooden house.   Back at home we wait for Pat to bring out a bag of trash but he decides to wait. The trash truck pulls into our drive, mid-morning; Mom asks Pat about the trash. I think he wears a towel. He explains. Mom goes out to talk to the old trash man. I left the door open. Hank goes to barkin' at the truck. Mom grabs his collar and asks me to get him... End?

Song

 Hello, we're makin' good time. I've been drinkin' alcoholic alcohol. My money's no good here so you send me on my way; I'm not a jedi, but I have nothing else to say, today. 

I'm a liquid hole in the person who died, and he came back to life for some reason. I'm a person who speaks with his phone in his hand. He doesn't need anyonelse to understand. He walks thru his house, cuz he's a money louse. He gets rid of his body once in a while. He can sing cuz he doesn't need blood to live, but he wants to. There's no words to describe the way Awkwafina interpersonally relates to everyone who ever lived

Once or twice, and I can be nice to the God who gave me life, but I didn't want her name on my tombstone; I don't know where the gravestone goes, cuz I got a headstone fo.u.r 2 much money - it costs.

I wish we had more profits than losses. I wanted to say somethin' but I had to wait for my turn. Someone spoke out of turn so I grabbed their mouth and I reached inside and I watched myself from the outside, and he said, "Why don't we go back to the porch? It's nice and white wine. And the sun was greyer than sunshine, and the sun was a light behind the sky. I happen to be a lot of people at once. But now we're done and once is enough."

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