-somewhere it all becomes l’eggo my ego.

-i wonder if you know the name of the world, or where to go?  i read the book this afternoon.  i think it’s all about the van of a florist.

-who doesn’t prefer the orchids?  n of course, most importantly, the scattering of identities…

-the home of the toy (the tone), n then the blind girl of course who was watching did the same.

-Not Blind.

-NEVER.

-i let her..

-i know.  i’m sorry.  i get so scattered,  like leaves n orchids, playgrounds, toys, noise, novellas, please- i love you today.  the sky has never looked so gray.