a polaroid photogrpah of a curly haired dog named nelly.
a lime green sweater for two euro at the market smells not of lime but of age.
my bicycle makes far more sounds then it use to.
i gave an indian man some of my laundry detergent today for free.
tiny pieces of paper lost in my pockets and scattered about my room.
the sunset is only possible by the river.
people wink more here then using highfives.
ive now talked fourteen people into a highfive. eight were strangers.
from the window of my house the weather looks like buildings.
from the street it looks like streets.
from the river it looks like rivers.
from the park it looks like park benches.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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