Shit

So lately I've been thinking about people and there are a few people I especially dislike. They are like mosquitos or ticks. You know there has to be a purpose for them but you aren't quite sure what it is, except maybe to give people malaria. When I have to talk to these few people it's like shoveling shit in my mouth.  I have eat shit so they understand me, it's the only language they speak. 

Anna Rae

June 18, 8:16 pm

I am in my studio trying to read but really just looking at my materials. Waiting for my new supplies. Wearing something uninteresting.

It is setting sun. I am reading foucault. I ate thai. Had to buy new phone today and don't know how to use it.

A new definition of phone book.