K, if I'm still there, just let me know it's you. Maybe use that secret knock thing, like in the movies or call me doll or sumpin'. Who knows. See ya later alligator.
(I say that or after while crocodile, just about daily.)
Vacation isn't toward the she-melody. or variegated flips, dips and I guess patterns.
I wrote it all down in my note-book: who would you take with you?
I'd watched that movie Up in the Air...excellent movie and he was saying, "O.K. now pack in this small backpack, everyone you'd take with you."
Was thinking about who I had taken with me the once when dying there. I remember their faces, recollect the affection, and didn't know if we take the same people or not the second time around.
Falling asleep on that, even had a dream about stomping up a hill, couldn't see what lied on the other side, only the back of me and my yelling, "Well I'm going to find the catfish, don't come if you don't want to." It was just like that, dramatic.
I wrote, She said give him this.
and also, "I don't want to know the reality in our situation."
On the last page, that's about it and one small section on summer tresses. Something discussing: on our return she was blackened between the eyes and spatting such non-senses, I'd a notion this darlin' was drowning by the by.
