there was a loft upstairs and i had to break in. the voicemail told me there hadnt been a message since 1979 when the former tenant took 6th place in a race. congratulations. i got comfortable. inside you felt like you were near the beach, but outside was dark and rain and the smell of soil. all my friends came over. the tenant came home. she was really disappointed that i had scribbled so hard on the chalkboard in pink. i was embarassed.
with a classmate i potted plants. her husband put a paper liner in my sweatshirt and invited me to a wedding. this gave me images of pear skins touching on the wet side. we went outside to the rain and an empty garden. she kicked cinder blocks while he watched. i sat and stared at the woman doing dishes in the loft.
with a classmate i potted plants. her husband put a paper liner in my sweatshirt and invited me to a wedding. this gave me images of pear skins touching on the wet side. we went outside to the rain and an empty garden. she kicked cinder blocks while he watched. i sat and stared at the woman doing dishes in the loft.
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skylar:
sometimes i don't even know
legionnaire:
Yeah, delicate doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. In that sense it can be one of the most frustrating (and tedious) things I've ever done - trying to maneuver two glass pipettes to within a thousandth of a millimeter of each other without touching each other or anything else. But when it works it's that much more rewarding for the effort having already been invested.