hi kids.

going to the flea market tomorrow to sell things. Wandering through tall, tall towers now. And uploading songs into mp3 format. I need to go to sleep. The sky opened up and is eating everything like a great drooling ink-monster.

neck half-crooked I'm searching sky-ways for something and all I get is an eye full of wash.

so, so, now I'm all wet.

creak, crick. My fingers move for once in conversational tones; an excercise they're no longer used to. creak, click. Sophia still shimmers; I fight wood-warp and body rot. And, and, and...

I'm still in a pretty good mood.

*heens*

<<agé chose>>

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