Lake Bala

From a collection of unsent postcards
Story of the week

Commodification

I hear their voices before I remember who or where I am. “Why today and why so many?”

IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT

the title said it all.

Pigs

There is a tree in the garden And I buried two pigs beneath it Not farmyard pigs The rodent type from Peru. We put them in gift bags With treats and hay Like Egyptian Pharoahs

On the way

This is not a heat- wave is how it always is here someone tells on the bus still breathes in steams from the handwarming tea For expected cold starts to a five alarm mornings

I.P. minus x and z

I think this could have been better without alphabet maybe
Cherry

In wanting so much to be loved

I find myself spoiling my kids, acting ridiculous, simply being not really trying to teach my kids the rules of life. I wanted my kids to hug me so hard after every gift

First Love

I think I fell in love with her when I first met her. She was so cute. I was obsessed with cuteness and beauty.

please stay for me

You need to rest, more than anyone, it shows through, your always eyes. I can only try to make you comforts while you endure, the little things makes life worth.

Max Morlock Strasse 51 (or Friend in Need)

“You really didn’t think I brought you up here so you could play out your fantasies, Joseph,” Mona said with a wicked smile. “My boyfriend wants a word with you.”

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