i was soul gloomy saturday. it's still saturday but i'm thinking like it's the past. it doesn't feel like the past but it feels like it is past. does that make sense. like we are living out the inevitable. i said at the produce store it seems like the inevitable and chance are together like yin and yang, and our heads are spinning and drooping like earnest blooms in a cold fug of  spring. all we got is change but we won't be spared the inevitable just with a mantra of change and spring. well i didn't say all that, in so many words, thankfully, but shit is happening. 
it was gloomy too. i said mister i don't have the heart to go to the island. he said it doesn't matter as long as i'm with you. oh you soul sweet i said, let's just walk around the blocks aimlessly and we saw suz dragging her overcoat in the puddles heading to the sale. it was too gloomy to go saleing and it was to gloomy to go to the liberry it was too gloomy to not take a picture with mister to see when i get home.