This week in modern novel we are reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory! !
I want a cake with pink frosting. And some ribs. And more.

I was just thinking, maybe reminising, about how lovely and great the printshop is in the spring time. Leave the door open; let the wind blow in warm soft nice. Make a smelly print, wash your hands with coarse green soap, stand outside on the muddywet sidewalk and look at the design center in the nice fun sun. And then there's the courtyard locked ( Read more... )

Well, my dog died today. I'm pretty very upset and I keep thinking about all the things she did that I'll never see again. She was really sick two weeks ago and then got better all of a sudden, and had been better for about a week and mom and dad and I were so so happy (especially dad, it was something I'd never seen), and then today she suddenly ( Read more... )

some boys I knowthey speak with broken mouthsI have to sit within their stomach to find out what they are really aboutbut not like the dayswhen the sky was blueand all that I had was a little of meand a little of you

fly! fly fly fly fly! And take me with you! Take me with you ( Read more... )

I think that you are dead.

While exploring past created documents on my computer: a Word document entitled "When patterns are broken." I had never seen this document before, let alone had I created this. Open: "When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge." - Tuli Kupferberg. Not only did this make me think/realize/etc, but I also wondered who created this in the first place ( Read more... )

London is cold but nice. I am staying in a very posh flat that is located on the south bank of the River Thames. To the left of me is the Shakespeare Globe Theater; a little further left is the Tate Modern Museum of Art and in front of that, the Millenium Bridge. In front of me, across the river, is St. Paul's cathedral (a perfect and spectacular ( Read more... )

BYE bye I'm going to London!

Well ( Read more... )