the monsters all lurch forward together in intention and purpose
not much gets done here because of the neighbors consideration clause. the proximity to others prohibits the doing whatever the fuck one likes inside all day and especially on the weekend. i may as well die on a sunday. saturday preparations are made for the expected food shortages. i do not know where these lies grow. the cold evenings are the best for brisk walks through parks, but they lock them up at sun down. the traveling artist with a good bag of props says to me mind your missing manners like spanners and your life is a rock on a roll.