Stolen words written with mud on newly painted vehicle for five with western with twang by my shaking finger. I laughed. It felt so good, the mud in my fingers, the act of childish and to do something fantastically ridiculous. Wipe my skin my face. (my hands to my shirt, trousers, dirty work of the day)
LUMINESCENCE: ANY EMISSION OF LIGHT THAT CANNOT BE ATTRIBUTED MERELY TO THE TEMPERATURE OF THE EMITTING BODY.
Just to warn you, when you walk by, when you place your eyes on me. On The mud, the twang, looking up to the luminescent clouds over this. How do they seem to be weightless?
How is it possible for them?
I had a beer since it is my day off. Quote: Agreement with governor Blanchard, finally
fall on attitude, no no, heartbrat, brat, bratt who ultimately controlled government’s funds at the end of the 1980s, business conditions to survive, and the management consultants doubted him. That’s fair. Chances of survival worst of all he didn’t. Sigh. quote end.
Coming crucifuxing, to have faith and other blushihi t danger in dangered. My broken half, my fabulous dancers, my running winnings. And other
smallest things (There are no pictures but impressions put together.)