have touched owl! ran hollering and gasping in adventureboots after red pickup truck and placed palm squarely on lovely concrete feathered shoulder! my lungs remember isaiah’s menthol cigarettes in the smoker’s lounge out behind the KAC and my fingers tingle with rushy blood. when i cough it makes the corners of my mouth go up and i cannot help but smile deliriously and look fondly out my window. touched owl, touched owl! in other news, chemistry is a thomasina paine in my behind, but i have verified two and a half correct answers and may meet my goal of a forty percent after all. aaron has brought delicious treats from the asian food market and the strawberry new feeling of soda beverage milkis is tickly like melted shortcake pops.
i have some butterflies and i am playing retrograde month-music from the hudson home. doctor flanagan is playing to a yearlong outro and i wish i could be there to see the last of the reign; britt deserves a thank you note like double-aunts and it might be easier than the one for gregfather. i’ll get around to it soon enough. spring brings chicago, nerves, and mattress tops that remind me of eggshell white corners (heavier blankets). christina equals not and rachel is sporking with some lunch meat; samuel tepper keeps making boogh eyes in commons and i need to find employment. shower sanctity, february, tulips, thin candles, and four-fiften are overthrown. butterflies prevail, ones that make me want to press the soles of my feet together, but there always seems to be too much that my body language could betray.
