well, puff just took a grammar (shut up…) test… and found out…to her dismay…
she sucks at grammar.
THREE out of TEN correct!!!
after a little boo hoo
and two shots of milk…she said ‘fuck it,
im going to get my claws done,
and then help you knit a fuzzy seafoam afghan.’
i said ‘right on puff!… lets take it to the max!’
(i am only slightly worried that her novel will suffer.
she is still so very clever)
my mouse pooped on my favourite silk pillow.
im not upset.
poop is natural.
other night-time thoughts:
i am thinking about sharks.
sharks sandy fins..
jaggedy teeth and doughy smiles.
all of their biting …
and appearing out of nowhere
how they swim in circles
nose you a bit
and take a bite.
and their big black hollow gunshot eyes roll back
they are definitely in my closet.