the cat knows your hiding place. the cat pierces you with a look in your hiding place.

 i'm soul glad i ain't walking now. i'll have to walk tomorrow. tomorrow is a lucky day.

so tired, i can't arrange this, it's so hard to walk when you don't have a bike. i'm glad though i took my lovely to tamago and he remembered me and took my lovely bike in. my lovely will be getting love now and i should be riding my happy go lovely by friday. i'm so lucky gnome sane.

i'm sure glad i'm not out there walking now. my tire was flat by the time i walked the pointers. this is the undeniable great thing about bernie, it's not him, it's us, he's here for us.

 dynamite on a white stump, by nicholas. i may ask him about this.

somebody ripped him. somebody tossed him. i put him up. and so on. but this is just a stupid game. much darker forces are playing with our lives. 

hilde seems to be in a browsing trance then kids come by and she wakes up and wags over excitedly but the child carer is a little tense though not too tense and the kids not tense at all or maybe one a little but he sees it's cool.

it's all mellow and cool we know kids kids are cool we're cool for kids we been coming to this playground for years everybody around here knows us.

the more you do it the better you get. we have our good days, our bad days, our blah days, all are welcome, all are fine, we want to learn the art of life, not money, not aesthetics, the beautiful continuum, it's the art of life we yearn to learn.