Ssadie
Puddle. Muddy puddles. Splash. Mud. Dirt. Four years old. Nostalgia. The cool, savoury whiff of fresh rain. Fresh air. What a relaxing, carefree life I had as a kid.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
Round and round,
Round and round,
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
All through the town!!!!!!!
(I really couldn't think of anything better...)
Thrushes...I was running a few days ago, and I heard a bunch of Swainson's thrushes singing their flattering spiral song. They bring back so many camping memories. I love the sound of them.
I'm hungry. Give me food.
As Anne puts it: "scope for the imagination". I feel just like her, looking for optimal places to be alone with myself. I am very similar to her.
Go ahead, turn my heart into a steak. It's kind of old, and it is dysfunctional. It doesn't want to be a heart any more. You may as well eat it. Better use for it.
Mmmmm steak. How do vegans not eat steak? I don't get it. I live on it. I have absolutely no idea what to write right now. You can turn my heart into a steak if you want. :-P
Show me a tutorial for happiness. Show me a tutorial to make my life work. I need a tutorial. But I doubt I'll ever find one. Great. Give me a tutorial.
Most found, more yet to be discovered. What does the world have yet to show us? What is it hiding from us? How long will it take before we discover everything about the world? Is it even possible to to that?