I'm keeping another blog at http://www.greyloves.blogspot.com/ that you're welcome to check out. Seeing that I'm still figuring out what I hope to say, both blogs feel primitive but hopeful--probably much like me.
In the sky, everything spreads out all tiny beneath you. If we were clouds we'd see it all the time. All the little things don't matter so much to clouds. So I try to be like the clouds.
I bring my own Crayolas to restaurants, and I have a fine time of it.
I'm through with being a scoundrel; but I shall not yet forbear sprightly sportiveness.
You know, couches take up too much room. I'm just going to get a whole mess of pillows, and that shall have to do. Then if monsters come my kitty & I can hide beneath the pillows till the monsters go away.
Everyone draws a picture when they visit my apartment; it is an absolute prerequisite for spending more than half an hour here. You need only draw one picture, though I encourage multiple submissions. At least one of your drawings shall hang somewhere in the kitchen (though I'm expanding into the dining room). Shiny, pretty colors and Good Times, I assure you.