8.

Exuberant bursts of fireworks like flowers in bloom resting in the valleys of cabbage tree leaves. Reliant on the seasons.
We sit in chemistry chatting, crying, laughing.
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Why is everything a joke? Because we still haven't grown up.
I need a run for oxygen. I want music and darkness and feet. A hard floor hurts my feet, erodes my shoes. Irreversible formulas. A car squeals in a circle. HANDLEBRAKE! Points on a line, bodies in the water. How could so many die? Why cant we have more time, the morning is always going to come. New black boots.

Slap. Naaa shes still out cold. Lets leave her sleeping. Anyway we have things to do. Purpler perpendicular and red pencils dancing. If I didn't eat and walked around naked I WOULD be the richest person around. Screw degrading images. That's similar to 'Fuck Me'. Everything has sexual connotations what the hell is sticking out of that tree? Oh don't worry, only whiskers.

Shh. Here and shh are her favourite words I bet she whispers at black cats in the darkness. Where did the squirrel run to when its home was chopped down? Polar ice caps are making tropical waters.

Have you ever looked through the drink bottle into the water? I see an eye reflected, how come Ive never seen it blink? People in chairs suspended in the air. Whoa. Holding the time still Molly Moon has taken over my body.

Someone walked over my grave last night. I could feel it in the way shivers ran down my spine. Upside down toes aren't meant to be in the air. Pens click, click, click. Mushrooms soak soak soak. Lets play guess who?! Eye spye? spie? spi? spy. Hide and seek. How long can you stay crouched in the shrubs, there is sick on that shoe. How many words can fit on this page?

You want a cup of tea? Hang on we don't have a kettle.
A dog under a bed. On cue. 2AM. It barks. It licks. It waggles. A shove and it falls backwards, dreams capture slumber. Yellow leaves and olive trees. My voice is rough, sore, overused.

I'm sorry for being selfish yesterday. Unfortunately I haven't made a time machine yet. Tuna in a can. Lemon and black pepper. A smell. Noses crinkle then laughter. The oven blackened the burritos. I don't even remember who put them in. Brittle pumus and pita with tahini.

Swimming in the washing machine. Where did you go?