Too small.

I think.

Maybe I don't want to go there.

Someone is.

Theres a lot.

And it wouldn't stop.

Like a wound of sorts.

Just watching the world go by.

Don't you have places to be?

A page turner.

Can people really do these things?

I will spend time with it.

Keep it company.

But still alive.

They are so good.

Its like a waiting room.

Then they get on the bus and the words are gone.

And forgotten.

Not the most gifted dog in the dog house.

It'll be a different world without this.

Where will the birds and the balloons meet?

I'm just wondering if

there might be a smoother transition.

Nice looking school.

Its a great place to stare and overhear foreign notions.

A lot of people know a lot about materials.

Information is not what it used to be.

Poor Nancy's hips are sore and the cold doesn't help.

I'm not telling.

Not that its a bad thing,

just a bit labor intensive.

Pockets of fat.

Pockets of fat.

The alley is allmans land.

why is it when swings swing when theres nobody around

it feels odd?

Not every hair in a beard is the same color.

Is it?

Her hip is going to get better,

but her dog is dying.

Life is air.

Everything anywhere anytime.