My Diary: Giving Hundreds Of Tips To A Centipede Waiter

I walked with June up the crumpled hill.‭ ‬A partially crumpled man rushed out of the go-slow entrance with his voice in a paper bag‭ ‬-‭ ‬I wondered what would have happened if it had rained.‭ ‬I was too cold to stand like an empty diary in the garden and retreated to my iron mask study where I used letters like numbers and numbers like letters for much of the day.‭ ‬When June returned from the prison camp beach resort I invented a slanting floor that no one could stand upright on and then wrote a homily on the forty five degree angle‭ ‬-‭ ‬unfortunately the congregation of little vampire mice disappeared in the feline sun.‭ ‬I then walked out the door at precisely forty six and a half degrees.‭ ‬We ate our Wednesday dinner from our Thursday plates and came back to the perpetually Friday house.

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