fuckedupvegetal @ 2004-11-02T16: 05:00
The heat does wonderful things about me. Sometimes I wonder who is so very permeable-emotionally-weather. Sudar, crossing a street and shopping. The reality is felt in the heat density. I like density. The framework of reality, say, the framework that gives reality to things. There are trees, clouds and a Japanese sandals coming in the door of the supermarket and I like that. That is reality and I like it, makes me smile, or something. Take
grenadine and soda again to make sense. I try to do in the winter, nothing. Wear winter scarves and pajamas (blue) is fun, but somehow it is not.
Today I smell bad, but it creeps me the reality (I like it, yeah, I like).
And the day has things. It seems not, but have things. I woke up sweating, with the sun on your face (or tail, actually: I was surprised the day sleeping on their backs), the pants that have turned to using a softer fabric, ate sandwiches and Vicky called me stuck in Cortázar. Christian
Ferrer speaks on TV and a bad odor.
summer I like to smell, feel in their bones and trousers stuck to the legs.
I wish I could say things, but today I can only speak of what is heavier than air and it makes me happy.
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