I grew up in a trailer in the woods. It was not a luxurious double-wide but we did have an addition built on to it so there was an extra room. We grew meat birds and to keep the baby chicks warm in the spring we would keep them in the house under a heat lamp. I preferred them living in my bedroom so I would fall asleep every night to chirping of birds and the smell of tiny poos.
I just finished babysitting your baby today. I have salmon stuck on my neck and in the crease under my left breast.
My eardrum is damaged due to high frequency screaming.
I had to hold her while I was peeing…
… It is seriously hard work, trying to get myself to calm down, trying to get my brain to stop. And I totally believe that creativity comes out of spaciousness so if my intention is to be more creative I should actually learn to work harder at relaxing.
Do you see where I am going with this people?
Mouse: “I just want to be congratulated every day. I would like to be clapped for that I got myself out of bed.
Tick i tick i tick i tick.
He’s the happiest dog I have ever seen.
In the rain, dread lumps thumping as he bounce-struts down the road in Bella Coola.
I cannot see his eyes as they are covered with natty-mats. He boogies, yah, boogies down the middle of the road in the torrential rain, not stopping for cars, not moving for nobody. He is freedom.