Morning with mist on the helicopter/ dreamed of don't know what. creme egg yesterday was heaven work hard fast no break. sewing to Michael Moore and Crackers the chicken why is Sailor moon on cd? dust on the desk where the monitor wasn't long lost remote. dry fibre in the form of bix taste good. rear view mirror won't stay where you want it no way to see what's behind when you marshmallow.
Pound the keys of white chocolate on a birthday cake piano; lino floor on the morning sunlight with a baby crawling over a big smile/ people like this kind of thing precious tupperware is all consuming, how long til there's tupper-wear?
mess in the lounge from sewing games dvds stuff too hard to tidy at the end of the time Krusty lies on the coffee table, noone else is up yet. Last night voices echoed through the place and laughter and whining and judgement.
Posted by jenni at April 16, 2004 08:30 AM