(written 1 October 2009)
Nothing really. Shit. It’s like there wasn’t really anything – I mean it was a week, and pretty much it rained. I remember that I can play jellyfish with babies. Is that important? Wendy Birt has come to visit and that is extraordinary because she wears jeans nicely. We are having a party tonight – maybe you have forgotten how to dance to “Where is my Mind”. We can help with that. Perhaps the caipirinha will help, although a school caipirinha can completely strip an entire cow in 2 minutes flat, which is pretty fucking hardcore. Maybe it’s a capibara that can do the a cow in 2 minutes… Today I remembered that Vincent and I played Chewbacca and ObiWon together.
Audrey and I got stoned (again) and we made up this poem for all of you:
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One of my favourite things to do
Is sit around get stoned with you
The sun may sun, the rain may rain
The chickens cluck and the bunnies fuck
The music says “climb up a tree”
The kids will look at me and see
The sky can fall out of the sky
My bicycle! I can fly!
I laugh you laugh we laugh at me
We do our homework awfully
One of my favourite things to do
Is sit around get stoned with you
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Pressssssssssuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrreeeeeee,
Tom
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