In quintessential triviality for years in this fleshcase a shesoul dwelt.

sometimes you just have to buy something pretty to wear to remind yourself that you are.

i wish i had a picture of me in my new shirt and kim in her new dress.  i picked it out for her like she is my little baby doll and i could dress her up!  i love kim. goodness knows we have the same, bright heads.

we are beautiful.

there is this boy who wrote a beautiful story and he is beautiful too and i kind of need to talk to this boy.  he also seems to love flowers. i remember the first time i saw him.  he was trying to give gary the mad preacher a daisy.  gary refused it.  the boy sat indian-style at gary's feet and smelled the flower in repose.  he loves shaking the petals from cherry trees and not wearing shoes and he talks very softly and twirls his hair. he has a cool name. i need to talk to this boy.

there are many things to do in the world. you are not the only one, my friend, you are not--you could have been, but did not want it.  but i do not blame you. no. i do not blame the wind for moving off.