Dog limbo. A doggie abacus. Red Rover.
There’s enough room for all of us.
Wrong way. Backwards. Peddle peddle peddle.
Oh there we go, haha – got it!
Fall in line, fall in line.
Fluffy footsteps.
A worm looks up and without seeing believes there is a giant centipede above. Dancing maybe – or at least swaying.
I had to take a picture of my sweet dog after seeing this. He is curled by the bed where I write.
Silent. Loyal. Silly. Kind. What a guy. A very handsome Haida.
Twirl twirl, I gotta pee..brb.. can’t hold it any longer – why am I still writing…
Back – still writing. The landlords are super loud – are they arguing or talking?
They own a ‘Vancouver Special’.
Heavier on the top than down below. I’m very tired. This pen is nice.
Balding is funny – being above average height grants me the delightful pleasure of spotting baldness up close and from afar – maybe before the “baldee” even feels the first draft.
Remember my sweet dog? He just farted. I haven’t eaten garlic pepperoni sticks in a while but I imagine this smell/taste is pretty close.
No shame in the game. My farts are pretty loud – you know, like when you live be the sea and the fog rolls in – fog horns were premised on my farts.
I make royalties. I’m a rich bitch.
where rivers are born 