i get it all down on paper
the usual crowd saunters into the cafe umming and ahhing about the new little combo outdoor piazza. i sit in the usual sun spot in case someone needs a driver. edwina is totally reliant upon charity. she sits upon highly contested ground with her stones to trade for zen food. she recognizes me know. the first words were a rant to disarm the judgement machine. don't ask me questions. i am fit. i could swim the river, run a mile, climb a mountain just to flee from you. i am stuck enough in the hole i had contracted out to cubbies for a hasty and botched completion but they didn't even get that far. i am so tired of all of this. it is stupid. i just do not care for power instinct structures. there i said it. put it in your head and let it ferment.