i like our new house, although i have no time to organise anything,
some boxes a day to throw them where they might go.

my room is half unpacked. half laundry everywhere, and a million crowded too much in it sofar. sofa.

some how we will convert the living room into astudio space. would be the bestest.

fighting fish swim in a trippple decker bowl, time to be fed. pretty blue metalic fins.

i can hardly wait to go back to vancouver for a visit. hardly. havnt been back since last december. and december being always turbulent, i think i was out of it and hardly anywhere.

summer is my friend when i can spend time with it. july is partially my month. i am smack in the middle of it. summer smack snack of yum.

pastry makes my belly pop but my arms grow popeyes like spinach. un strage imbalance. bike rides are sometimes out of the question as i get caught up in parades that i cant watch as i rush to work. work is a work out enough, but then the rush home afterwards is the best of biking history.

soon i will be free from sugar caves that pimp out twelve dollar plates. that make me cry when they only notice the wrong and never all the that is the best. no aknowledgement of life outside the kitch-on.

cello power down the coast line, rock the rumba like a daffy down dilly.

are daisies patience?