i've been dreaming a lot. building worlds and petunias and kittens and socks.

i've done nothing responsible and everything important.

i've reminded myself what a mean person i can be. and also how much love i can hold.

i've healed old wounds and opened up new ones. maybe if i spill enough blood onto the earth she will put forth fruit for me. my own special species: rich silken melon that grow on wide spreading trees, that produce rasberries instead of blossoms.

i got really my first mosquito bites of the summer two days ago. all over my ankles and feet. how extremely rude.