Damn it's gorgeous outside.
If I had some acid I would take it right now.
Fuck werk and traipse perma-grinned into the City.

Bare calves, bare arms, bare shoulders.
Cute derrieres.
Watching is a pleasure behing my shades as I walk by.
Bam. Bam! Bam!
Mm. Hips swaying.

Sunshine and balmy weather.
Moisturized skin.
A day yet without mistake or heartache.
And I shall try to keep it so.

What girl am I?
What woman?
What child?

Who prefers to be near beauty than be the object of it.
Who prefers to retreat to entice pursuit.
Who prefers to hope recklessly instead of healing.

My heart has a sense of it's own.
Vibrating within me with singing intensity.
New blood is pumping out the old blood.

Another choice packet from Hugo.
From last night's thoughts of him
he gains a new dimension, does he not?
As do I, perhaps.

His thoughts are kind and fond and missing.
His thoughts are not in close proximity.
He has been left behind on the grid.

I've been playing again on CL.
I couldn't help myself.
I was just inspired.
It was late last night when I couldn't sleep.
See if you can find me!

Tadpoles is a winner!