Another necklace. This one made from “scraps”, odds, try-outs. It wears like a suit of armor. It makes me feel strong. Able to lift and carry heavy objects which I normally avoid doing.
It’s wet. It’s been wet for days now. It stopped raining a couple of days ago but the morning fog keeps everything in a constant state of drip. There are only 2 guests in the Inn so Maria and I are wandering around, reading the papers, another car crash kills another young man. The second in as many weeks. Both acquaintances of Maria.
I’m reading my emails. It seems there’s a job opening for a frito lay delivery person and the offer for a larger penis is still open as well as an exclusive gift for me, “party girl”!
That is all.
Planting Along The Verge 