Cleft notes

wettestshapes are clouds of plagues. i am across a bridge, which are meant for connections across obstacles. my resilience is two, so it is going through that stage. if you had a lungs like birds then you could play one solitary note on the harmonica indefinitely, or until someone punched you in the eye. i am practising at writing random sentences, so go get bent. i do not use my favourite quilt anymore, not just because it is summer, even in winter i do not use it anymore because the fabric has thinned out i am the one with the blue quilt, it is blue with the tiniest flowers, and tufts of yarn, i don't remember who made it my mom always told me who made it in such a way that i knew it should be important to remember but i forgot because i am not so good at remembering and i am even better at forgetting i think my granny made the quilts for us and grannies in my context are greatgrandmothers or in other words my maternal grandfather's mother and anyways it is my favourite quilt and has random fabrics on the other side, all patched together, sort of like a patchwork quilt, which is a special term derived for just such a thing as what i have described but maybe my grandmother made it who knows.

i wonder where my blue quilt is.

today i turned-tail and skipped.

i am one of those people who thinks that the world will end someday. maybe it will end because of the human race. i think that would be something to brag about to the other worlds in the universe, or else it will be something to impress the gods, even though they have all grown up and gone to college or moved out and gotten jobs, and we are out back, in the weeds, a forgotten ant farm in a plastic bucket.

cold as astronomy.

i wanted to see aurora borealis, but that is not until the fall. i am one of those people who thinks that fall will come again, someday.