so i've come to be over there. which is here. which is where i am now.

munt real.

as yet unexposed to its underbelly. or at least the one i want to scratch.

lost in an unempired world of banlieu last day. a detailed tour of suburban delight. after just the saviour of village des valeurs.
where i found me a perdy pillow maked with patterns of the favorites of strawberry shortcake cartoon. always a good. and never to leave that place without an extra layer to keep me warm on my way out.

im soon to meet everyones french half that they have hidden away in this grandeur. shood be a goood.

stupid school is a bigo puzzel o for mio. lolo wo. what is where? and admissions and and and. please send me my letter of acceptance! (and please to the proper address). why are you never in your offices? dont you work there or something.

after i get a job i will go swimming. and maybe soon if it ever gets fixed ill have a bike, low rider style, but im in line.

get a job (mous on mars reminds me in my head, have you heard that excellent song? i know some of you have. some think its annoying when not in the mood but none the less...do.)

and i miss the missus. and there is shed of it. riped out of a comfortable skin by my own strength. to sit on a cold seat. spending the time to warm it up is in its show time. but i kinda just feel like im a big scab waiting to heal. and the intrest only goes to pick it apart again. but lets just hurry the healing fast somehow.

like the now is.