You ask ‘where is the super glue?’ with annoyance in the air. I note your fussing, and frustration, your tightening underwear. It’s my day off, I’ve made breakfast, I’m resting in a chair. ‘Where, where, WHERE?!’ Your voice sets off my hairs. I suggest, ‘the craft room and say, I do not know’, then you angrily point and stare. ‘Now, why would it be there?!’

I laugh. A nervous response, but also self-aware. This dress-up-day of Book Week is terribly unfair. I want to help, suggest and look, but now I wouldn’t dare. You huff and puff about the place – the glue just isn’t there. Did I use it? And not replace it? That wouldn’t be very fair. I mean… You could just go to Woolies, there’s one which is quite near. But time is of the essence, with patience is wearing thin. I’ll take my helpful suggestions and put them in the bin.

And while I’m at it, I’ll take the higher road. And look about for glue. If memory serves, they’d all dried up when I tried to fix my shoe. “We need a system! A shopping list – a means to automatically replace, these things that we may need”. It’s moment like this, that steal our bliss and fill our souls with greed. I laugh in defeat, I laugh for fear, I smile from ear to ear. The missing glue is big and small in the scheme of me and you.

I resolve to try harder, to do better – and avoid the pain. Shopping lists and buying shit my a capitalist refrain. We shall make a problem, and rant about it – until we go insane.

My precious love, my darling girl. I’m sorry I didn’t help. I made things worse, if anything. No super glue did I bring. Your Artemis lost her wings, and bows were strung without a string. And lo’ my mood today, was ‘in the scheme of things’. I must apologies, for all, I didn’t bring.

So anyway, despite you looking great, and paddling against flow. Things went a little pear shaped. I know, you know, I know.

Hey, How are you?

Yeah, I bought some furniture this weekend.

Sofa, so good.

Friendly unbelievably charming kind, welcoming intelligent trustworthy,

What is the average duration of every single human activity?

“BIG PICTURE”

Song 1: The man who suffers short cummings
Song 2: Creaks in the morning
Song 3: Lance Stroll
Song 4: Five Dice
Song 5: Milk
Song 6: New Euphemism: Don’t Hide the Jam
Song 7: Artificial Big
Song 8: Lil’ Burger
Song 9: The Inbetweeners
Song 10: name of
Song 11: Oliver and mustard
Song 12: Greens

What creeks in the morning. 

And creeks all night. 

It creeks in the afternoon –

And creeks with delight.

What am I?

A creek.

We spent 496 of groceries…

“That’s a Christmas Shop”

What things can be clipped. A clip, clips. You can fasten a clip on another clip. Put them in a big bag (or small bag) and tie the top closed.

You can clip hair. YOU can!

One can clip a football. ONE can. In fact probably more than than one can.

We can WATCH a clip. “Together, YES we can”

I can clip my toenails. And fingernails for that matter. Hands, then feet usually. Left right, right left.

But where do we clip our nails? Do you clip them on the bus? Or at home? If at home, inside? Or outside. I trim my nails on the balcony. The removed bits of fingernail (and toenails!) end up on the lawn. I look down into the neighbours yard. Two women J and J. They have lots of pots. The bulbs of tiny daffodils (narcissus) or perhaps jonquils have grown their stems and green shoots. There is snow on The Mountain. It will be some time before they bloom in a small basket of radiant yellow.

I throw my nail clippings to the lawn, and hope the fairies are distracted watching the World Cup or torturing someone else’s pets. If they get a hold of my fingernails, I’ll be in trouble.

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The definitive.

I found myself reading the comments today. The great respond machine that I am. The fury, the gall, the disagreement. Most of all, I wanted to say “I don’t know what you mean”. Rest, procrastinate, waste, rest, avoid, relax, dream.