atmosphere is thick and wavy: i'm swimming through jello. fever of one hundred and eight degrees. slept for sixteen straight hours friday. nasal passages, not so good. forecast of more rain and pneumatic phelgm (how do you spell pneumatic phelgm?). sometimes it feels like you're branding me with a hot poker. poke poke. oh who am i kidding it feels wonderful. delirious.

she had skin skimmed from the very top of the yogurt container, sprinkled with freckles. i'm such a motherfuckin' sucker for freckles!!!! hair long and brown displayed in big choppy waves. her oxford shirt contained all the requisites of a good oxford shirt: pintucked, vertical navy-stripes and nicely crumpled. of course, she smelled tommy girl fresh. the shiny silver cell phone (t-mobile?) she clasped between barely polished fingertips with well-defined half moons kept ringing. oh she was popular all right. this is my ideal urbn customer! pretty, popular, comes shrink-shrapped like your very first issue of seventeen magazine and you just cant wait to rip it open. she only tried on three things: light green thermal knit long-sleeve in medium and small and stretch denim jacket on sale for $19.99 (but she already has a denim jacket, several in fact, hanging obtusely in her closet, its just the whiff of a deal she cant resist), attempted to thank me, but alas that darned celluar monster dragged her away from me, and vanished. perfect urban girl, come back!

i like you best when you've been stewed, just a little bit. at these moments your more bellicose tendencies meld into a smooth unbudging belligerience. it's like running head on into a giant wall of peanut butter. no chunks. you're just stuck. but its so sweet. its a very homeric situation, ah the siren sings, she sings. doh! but that's probably like saying i like you best when you're dismantaling cars and disgusting with sweat and heat and a parched throat and basically you look like you're about to die but when i ask if you are tired or would like some water you look blankly at me like i'm the one who's crazy and say: "huh? isnt this so fucking fun? i could do this all day." which is basically saying that i like you best all the times of the day.