What is all this boring crap? I know.

Not that it matters, but I should tell you again

that these are all drawings from one of the

many books that I have, front to back, every page,

Bad or good, meaningful or not, empty or full. So far from just one book.

We will be here for a while. Documenting.

A party of one.

Why not.

I was there, but I did not see efficiently.

Only limited color and dance-like freedoms.

Great sensations of envy consumed me,

but were gone with food.

The things we will say.

Went to a wedding apparently.

How do they do it?

Its all from the back looking forward.

There is so much to know, but why?

Someone to scold and

someone to smell.

Wrong maybe, but harmless.

I want the rain to leave something fun.

Something besides water.

Some days have more control than other days.

I want to eliminate that element.

Time shouldn't have that power over things.

The only thing time gets is killing us.

Nothing else.

Whoa