I did it all at the bus stop. I dropped off the information at the post office. When the first naked lady of the day exposed herself she winked at the man behind me and filtered through the sunlight as they normally do.
Sinking my teeth into a juicy grape I sit with my phone on speaker mode as I listen to the hold music to the DMV. Golf carts and tennis rackets surround me now and I live freely within my little hut. A turtle, a mouse, and a snake are playing chase in the backyard while I wonder in and out of the kitchen.
Secretaries and robots all function with the same micro chip. The micro chip is about 8GB and you won't get much use out of either of them after 10 years. There's a complicated blue and gray checker pattern that lines the walls of this bathroom. There are monkeys that come to visit this cathedral from time to time. The monkeys are kind, not like the red butted baboons.
Without charge, or a care in the world a red cardinal flies in through the window. There's a blondish red fox with black eyeliner who hangs out around my feet. There is tan carpet and white walls, too many white walls. The sculls of artists' efforts are left behind in living rooms, bedrooms, and office spaces. On Friday the cleaning lady will dust all of the things that stand still.
Moving into the near future there are moments of shattered glass and busted tires. Curious waves of ocean style filter through this girls imagination. Meanwhile, there are Christmas trees and thoughts of electrocution bumbling about. Fingered steal and bleached meanings leave a lot to define still.
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