Friday, June 11

I am sleeping on a table cloth in the middle of an orphan house the table cloth depicts only vegetables, broccoli and coliflower. And I shout I do not like coliflower, please, please no more coliflower, and no one listens. The city where I live is under destruction. It looks like frtui preserves that you eat one at a time and you become a mess.

Monday, June 7

my me me my me mead meadow me me miracle my me me me miracle my me mean miracle mear meas meet my mea meer mine me me meal miracle and me my me me mirador mir mir miracul mean meal mine mean me miracle

VOILa, ladies and gentlemen, my small parcel, my tiny tiny small parcel, which hops and parades, looking for you, longing for you, BURNING for you, can I open it, can I open it, ladies and gentlemen, can I open it please, no, not here, not here, ladies and gentlemen, better at home, better at home.

shoft, shoft and shy, shoft and shy is your shole, sho shoft and shy - sho shomewhat shoft, your little miracle you have for a shoul.

(Written for Johanna's MiraCULOUS continuum project)

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