I sure have some nice pals

I chase Clada clamshell far into the away….. I cast a smug expression

I, a no-class denim-clad lassie, sit  on a swing in the yellow air

crumple

Right on, they say

do you know this soul being? did you catch his name?

dancing pruny baby toes in my red rum boots, it was funny to see her in the diaper stomping every which way

MEthinks the milkweed to be marvelous every time it twinkles through the air

somehow in appearance i look like a crayon in the crayola box that has been shunned down and mentally is a broke fish

Temporary distress

humans mean so much to me 

Juden and i, we take a trek. 

in america you can dress however you like and pay for gasoline while adorned in paper birds and dust boots at dawn.

We stood by a cacklin creek like no other. It's laugh made no noise

the truth is in the woods

faces... the best invention yet

couchcushion combat with june cordelia 

my mom and dad almost did not pull over the car to let me take this photo. I explained that i really liked that yellow chair, so they let me. they are really nice

my friend mailed me this book from north carolina. i was shocked

Holdin a baby in a puffer jacket while my head is being bombared by barrettes and brass tubas of parade jambory. 

an odd mind, an extreme mind, we're all walking one-of-a-kind's

I like to watch the world from the wayside. i don't think of it as a safe option.

was she like, "AHGHHHGHFFFFFF FLee from my presence" or "Why thankyouthank you thank you for painting my face!"

how can it be? how can this carousel of succulent treachery reign in the gentle field?