Non Essence 6

Type: Freestyle Emptying the Brain
Time: 30 minutes

The lamps lit up the mountain. Ash scattered on the window door. Too many people would sit and watch. 27 men and 4 maids. The sad looking business men who just woddled along with their over used trousers and cake tins. The pilots were young; they would learn on these small flights. They experiment on us, but that’s fine.

No one cared until just before we touched ground, we ate our stomachs as the plane lifted. The small thing compared to a boeing 777 flew like a jet through the clouds. Is the door shut? Is it!? I wanted to eat my brain, or nod off to sleep like my mother. Im never going back on a plane. All the things I could do to avoid going back, or go back and never leave again. The sun plays hide and seek. I was frustrated, when the plane digs deep to the left I try to move to the right thinking that will balance it. I was always scared of toppling upside down as with the car when we travelling to somewhere and you have to go off road the highway, I hated it just like the cement factory – the fish could almost be seen inviting us into their waters. I squeezed my lungs, and pretended I was dead, like the cup of juice that wobbled with it all. I felt I needed to block out all my senses but my stomach would always give away the situation when it tickled and I almost laughed. The woman behind my brother screams the wing is on fire, and everyone looks talking to themselves, biting their lips and looking down. The hosts couldn’t be seen, they must have been sitting in their straps. The little girl baby snored in her shoe box cot, as if she were home. What I could see was mountains and the chilling terrain. The cars underneath – we would never feel the ground again, when you see the big waters and the clouds, you feel; detached. How could I.. I just want to feel earth again – like the captain in tintin when they arrive back on earth, he hugs the ground. I wanted those feelings to go, I needed to sleep. I slurped mango juice –  everyone was busy accounting themselves. Big people small people, ladies, men, no dogs and some pets perhaps but they were down. He was trembling in his cage, are we there yet are we there yet. 7 killing whales could be seen down , they’re big but now little fins pointed up. What if, was the phrase that electrocuted through everyone’s’ brains at once.. what if we have to touch these waters? What would we survive on in whale stomachs.. eat each other? This is daft. But when we landed it was as if nothing happened. Everyone left for their relatives or work, or house, or taxi drivers running after them for money. The heat of the refinery and desert weather catches every moments and packs it up. The water cold, and the juice sugary, and the biscuits make you feel happy and talkative. I felt down unto the side chair and found a green squirrel toy. Was he here? Were they here? Or was this from last time we were here? The sun goes away again. The smell of burnt cotton exposed to the young, and little people peaking from cages.

What is wrong with me? I like to talk but when they talk I look to the mirror and go: shush. I can feel a hollow hole getting bigger in my stomach the worst part is editing but don’t stop don’t stop this could be the worst sentence ever, and you don’t even know it, but that depends of course where it is located. What once was the best sentence can be at the same time the worst sentence depending on where its placed and how its used. Just  like food, or knives. She brought us ceramic ones from France. And we put them to test.  Im tired but I just woke up. This is warming up stage so its okay.  She stays in bed. Is something bothering her? does she feel like if she had all the time to herself she could improve her self? Is she a lot like me? We get depressed lose control and then cycle repeats/ Cancelled I read on the information card. Canceled? Why is that!? they only accept foxes on board. If you had orange hair with a tint of white you might’ve been able to. If you’d like we can hook you up onto another one. Please stay quiet until we give you back information. Thank you. The beep sound pricked my ego “No! you cant do this to me. I have to go.” and I will be late, and no one will, help, at that stage… Night came earlier than usual. I sat on the cheese crumbled step and ate my pencil. The squirrel inside my pocket peeked out and I poked its eyes . No I don’t need you testing my sanity. Go back. The white suits disappeared around the corner before I could capture. She blamed me for that and went in to play farm heroes. I studied the robes on the ground and picked up a pamphlet of a tire shop. Ah, squirrel. This time he was integrated in the tire.  I find it hard to believe sir. Sit down lets draw. We sat, and waited for her to come back. No one came, the pilot ate cheese bites and drank his mango juice in silence. When a cow passed he put his arm over his head and lifted his feet up in a 7 shape. We laughed at him and then they all left, taking thee white coats and robes with them. Back to the forest they said solemnly. The birds peeked through, were they related to squirrel or koala? Go away! I shut the windows and turned off the electricity so no one knows im there. I hid under the bed and finished off the pilots cheese bites which had a bit of his sliver. I didn’t think it was yuck, it smelt of mango juice, and peppermint flakes. What kind of diet do you have sir? None he replied abruptly and sunk back into his chair waiting for his turn to be called.  Lightning slashed its way through the hall. The lights turned back on –  told him he should put down his cup and go see what was gong on downstairs. No he replied abruptly. I m going to tip your cup over. Go, now!. The eighties hold many memories for him. Bix of chocolate stashed under susy’s bed. And who is susy, my friend? She’s the woman who tackles receptions on her own, this is becoming tiring. Meaningless. He took with him a bix of tissues. I could’ve stared at you all day, but Im not like them. I have some self respect and pity for others. Why would you say that if you actually did? A bad day I gave the benefit of the doubt as mother always says. But what brings you up here all alone, in the dark. Turn the electricity back, squirrel argued. No, go to sleep! You cant be awake, tomorrow you have exams, you have exams. I counted with my fingers to be accurate, like BD. He does that in his head though. Biology Chemistry Maths, uh, English. I don’t like them all. I want to be a cave splinter who carves wood into pieces of furniture.. You have to know maths for that! Shush squirrel, and go fill up my cup again – bring me some cheese bites as well, and before you think of returning, bring me their white coats. Doesn’t matter which. Bring them all if you like – we can play dress up!.. The pin code??? No. Not pink, pink is for girls – and black is for boys : (S) wanted her uncle to have aprincess themes wedding with pink and lots of aunties and girls around. I sighed and doodled on the  wall. This texture looks tasty in pink but I would rather go for mango juices and cheese bites. He came back the following day with grass flavoured cheese bites – and mike, a toy bear he had kept whilst in solitary underground. Why do you bring mike this morning? My dear no one wants any of that. The brown hair glittered orange in the sun, and he turned to see what other date pips he might be able to pick up. 9 8 7, he didn’t know the rest of the words. That’s okay, youre only little. Now go fill up my cup again. He left this time, leaving mike with me – no I didn’t want him. Are you going to take him away if I don’t come back? He looked faint.      No, why;d I do that little one?. Because I trust you he said. Okay.. that’s nice of you to think like that but I might drown him in my mango juice if he;s anything like you in the night. He giggled and hopped away cheerfully but I saw the tears drop, and felt hollow inside. No come back, im going to miss you. Don’t leave me! And wil we even try? Excuse me? What is this!.. I slipped under my bed and tickled the pillow to comfort me. We hugged and slept through the night. By daylight we were up and ready to do some diving. Bu there was no water so I tried milk and dipped him into my mango juice which went brown now – they say that means its natural so nothing could possibly hurt him, the snorkels I used were from my old late lump granny gave mee. Its disturbing and absent.


Non Essence 5

Emptying the brain

Adidas shoes, the thought of you, or Orange is better than a blank page, however that is not true in reality. Sometimes when the page is blank it means silence, sleep, eating chips, dented eyes. My heels plead me to take the pressure off perseverance. Try to think of nothing. The screw sticks out of a curtain rod, curtains lost their colour, once yellow, now blank white with a fade of blue squares I breath in oil from the chips and breath out teas and tiredom.  Above, my eyebrows wrinkle, and eyebrows drowse.  I fall asleep the smell of a chili lunch trying to cook itself . Lipton tea too white and not enough milk – grass tea that tastes like lavender stems – I begin to flower before a chip climbs the pot in an attempt to escape.

Non Essence 4


Type: Freestyle Writing
Time: 15 min + edit
Without eating we started out, the road dumped of builders’ leftovers. This man is going to die – everyday something getting cut from his body. Trees nudged each other, and laughed with the wind. We stopped to rest – watched little ants doing their job. Under the grey sky, the step crumbled. I chat about work to the jasmine flowers. He brought apples with him which I found funny. “Apples are eaten at home only”. He dangled his legs, his thick glasses matching the deep lake. The weakness on that day. “What is wrong my dear? “ Apples, apples. What is she saying what is she saying. Maybe I need help. I need to talk to him about it. The step crumbled more. “Let’s move on”. The birds peaked. My tiny mind cleared a bit.
“I need nappies for the baby!”
“A few more minutes and then we carry on”. “I cant find my shoes.”
He started “A builder fell off that crumb the other day, 3 past 7 in the morning.” pausing to munch on his piece of cheese. “No one found him.”
I need to memorise. “He tried to climb up the crumbs too, but an overused step gave away”. “We need to go we’ll be late.” “don’t do something silly you might regret”  The steam opened us up like clam shells and we began to think, and take notes. I wish I could pause and deep think, but that isn’t the point. No no, we need to leave. “We’re only a few blocks away”…. We need to keep going. Apples, oranges, trees…can we stop now? The cars zoomed past. Smell of liquorice floated out the windows. We threw rubbish bins at each other at this spot, 4 years ago. A few others came down on ropes, was that even real? “Real…?” … “Of course now try to walk faster”. We stepped up the pace, making sandwiches as we walked. Night began to fall, the snake holes began to appear, and the little drops flew with the wind. The stream stopped and the birds quietened. Two groups of pigeons huddled together. We ate ice-cream sandwiches and felt the frost get stuck in between our nostrils. A flu, a fly and seven ladybugs. Forty little crumbs and a step that makes no sense. He still went on. “We want to get some rest so we might be able to finish off in the morning.” What would I do if I was put into such a situation?. Why do they do that, and does it really have a history? Are there any other views?. The water shook. We tried to catch fish with our bare hands. A girl dropped her pretzel in the water, tried to look for it, and never came back. We looked at each other and carried on. We should wait for the rest. His back hunched and attire swept the dust. I questioned and he looked back once, but never again. The wolves didn’t even look at us when we passed by — nosy things. We can’t stop yet, the willow tree might fall on us. An orange truck should’ve been at the end of the pond, when we arrived, to pick us up.


Non Essence 3


Type | Freestyle/Prompt (A stolen ring, fear of spiders, and a sinister stranger)
Time | 10 Minutes

The doorway was alight and there in the boxes or behind them stood a shadow, was it standing was it slouching. I didnkt know. And I wont or will I. I took the right way but the lights flared and I made my way back to the whallway. Where I stood and glazed at this shadow. Was it him was it really him, I pondered I wasn’t scared I was fearful I could nt handle this. A spider and its baby took seats on top to left corner and dazed at me, giggling maybe. Or they knew I wasn’t in my own place. So I don’t know what to do, do you have any idea. The walls were crimson, and the sunlight made them look black, the sun lit up the hall, and then no shadows were seen. I stepped back minto an orange box, the ones with cockroaches bathing in them, the ones where you could see a hammock and a big sausage sized cockroach lieing down, not literally of course but you get what I mean. The floor; a big mess, of things, things little O swelt the whole morning creating, he wanted to build his city, said. But I don’t know what to do now I think. The shadow began to get bigger, like it was coming sloser but it suddenly left, And appeared to my right. I could see girls outside, they were playing, And S had my ring on her hand. The next day however I was walking towards the little airliner that was headed to tangier from spain, and I was holding the little girls hand – the motor of the aircraft blowing our bags, or it felt like our heads were about to blow off, and she turned to me and said mama, where she is. I want mama. No dear it s not the time for that now – I said pushing her forward. She knew what shed done. And then My memory sank back into the shadow last night, the sunlight in the afternoon and that spider. Cockroaches and spiders – no one liked them – I couldn’t stand the latter. They were all to tiny and had so much inpact. The weather outside looked like the grass was vibrating shiverish vobes through the cold. The eiling of this plane, and far away down the hall was a head of black coconut smelling hair. I couldn’t smell however I had a lavender scented liced out girl next to me. Why this Why that. Be quiet please.

We left early in the morning. Time went fast in the summer, and this sinister stranger had his head straight, looking towards tohe front tv, until I would turn away – the feeling of pairs of black eyes on you can hardly go unfelt. Even baby and little S clunched on to me when I would turn away perhaps it was the gaze. I felt disturbed and no one was going to help if things go tworse. We needed to leave through a different exit upon arrival. I couldn’t see him anymore once the plane touched ground. That makes it worse, like the spider when you see it and then no longer see it, where is it where is it, did it go down my back? And I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the people who looked at me in an unconscious glare- manner with spikes in thei cars like yabbi the cat back home. I was devaststaed. He came at the end of the cue and picked up a sewing bag next to me, he sat down on the couch – the on ethose head officers sit on and watch people standing in front of the cue – he started sewing, or knitting, what you call it. Towards the window, he looked out and gave a shy expression but whatever it was that face, that look – it didn’t hide the glisten from his hand. One the sun pointed out “”look something shiny” – of course it was my ring. Those girls, what did they do.

Non Essence 2

15 minutes

Theres green theres black and theres white, I love this combination of colours, theyre like a difference between a car and a motorcycle theyre all refreshing modern and something I like. I think so, and you? I need to keeo going cant stop cants stop warm up is always disadvantaging in the beginning but when you finish you appreciate the thing. I saw a little finger creep up the wall yesterday, falling down between mars and snickers. A hairy smooth leggings and some 6 a nd four people everywhere. Birds are all im not going to talk about today. The opening begins somewhere between 5 and 6 and then people come rushing out like mangoes in a box in a factory somewhere in asia getting plopped out into the truck that delivers them to markets and overseas, you see how they both resemble fingers and snickers with hair in it. I don’t know how im doing this but I decided that I might maybe do nothing for a while, but that helps sometimes you know, just keep swimming like dory says to nemo,. I like that movie, im worried I might get stuck and have to get up making a pause in this time and have to get up and stop the video editing im doin over in the corner but that’s okay. Mangoes and dory it is for now. Dory and nemo are a funny combination. Nemo likes nemo and that’s why she called herself after that fish for sometimes. I like the ocean the water you know ho w it all goes together, its night time somehweree the waves splashing crashing rocks somewhere. Cans of lemonade from husky visiotrs left to rhythm with the waves and its all everywhere rubbish cans, it ruin the things. You know.. or don’t you maybe I do but everyone does. Black is nice yellow can be added as well but I love the combination between green and black and then some white added it all makes something unique like the colou of my toothbrush or some sofa and wall matching. I want to make a cupboard and store papers and dishes in it because its better than leaving them lying about, I don’t know how people can go on for thirty minutes like this, but trust me it gets easier I tell myself. Point of view point of view, creative writing… blah. I don’t know but the secion I read last night on science and poetry kind of dound me a bit.. it doesn’t make sense and it tisnt true .. coming from prfossionals in their field so people think. I don’t agree. They should stop it. ^minutes left and there goes avg again interfereing as yertserday.. I hope to write a book a book a story at least doesn’t matter just do it do it.. I can begin maybe after I think of a smirky plot and then just start writing but not like this I can write with thinking I don’t have to stop. Feathers in a bowl make me shiver and wet hair is a like that too who cares what they have to say about such and such who makes the rules. I find it hard to follow certain rules. I like the free stuff like this this freestyle writing brain exercising. Pictures are good as well and description may help whriting is getting better , maybe. I don’t know why but I think I might have to leave. Why>>?? Because I feel suffocated in here. Its only the beginning! I know but, I have work to do. I thought you were felling suffocated. I am, and I have work to do. But only a few minutes , but I cant have a few more minutes I have to work and the bushes outside might stop me from getting to where I was sypposed to be…. But I know you need to go and that’s why I don’t know how to leave. And then smiling everytwherre prople look down embaressed that youre embaressed just stay and sneak out the pipe, and you ll be back home. No I don’t ill end up in the street but I know oh look Blue and white I like those colours as well, im almost 21 and I think im already 22 I feel old. But I can use my time wise to make up for lost years you know. 8 minutes minues 4 im bad at maths to go. I think this makes no sense but 15 minutes is getting somewhere and 1  6 is an adult but they say 18 and even before that. Pillows and ikea heart shaped ones are everywhere nowadays but my pillow is upstairs. And I don’t know why but that s is good as well old men and chimpanzees and guanas are sometimes on the news while others are as well I am very I don’t know pink pink colours s likes her Barbie and wants a Barbie or pirincess themed wedding shes only 3 ! what do we do what do we dooo. That night was cold. I moved around in blue and colollars and cuff but there were still peple cold. Everything was cold and then at 2 o clock I jumped into bed and than we were fast asleep my thing got stained with ice cream and meat juices, I tried to wash it out 15 minutes is up a few seconds left and then pink pantha sat on the window inside our tv and I watched him or is it a her I never knew but anywhay scuooooby dooo I s pathetic I always thought the things kids are given to watch oh.

12 minutes

She sits looking . but she isn’t looking at me shes just looking into a flat screen, and sees this young girl dressed in a white top and green trousers and then she speaks back to me how many of these are there and then we speak but I ignore her that is mean stop, pause. Getting old is ahrd. Oh the smell of croissants coming from the overn,.. arriving in april, june or the end of the year, and suitcases stocked the smell of breath fresh air youre heart beats heard by your own self grapes and green grasss. Oh the movie as well green garss we used to watch it eating cardamom biscuits and oh hes talking about roses, but pineapple juice iced full of sugar we used to watch instead of soing our school works. But those vacations when the morning came you could almost taste the apricot jam and toas downstairs the smell snuck up into my room and nemo would be awake outside.. running around with the younger one. She found a bone once. It was white dotted with splots .. he sighed I know he sighed because I heard it with the two ears. But it had meaning behind it and then she gets up to rescue the croissants from the oven .. I feel messed but on track and then they laugh. I find it hard to congest it all in my head. They sit watching as my grandfather speaks from inside the screen. And they comment… and he says theyre gone, everythings wiped out its true its true.. But what have you taken with you is the question its hsad its sad, I cant even compress the words to a full meaning but it sdoesnt make sence and then tiles and then the building. I wonder how theyre settling in the brother and his wife. It is as if it’s all a change but it is! And that’s why we re not here for that. I mangoes are growing .. The tress full pregnant at their 9 months about to trip and loose all their fruit babies. Like those games you know those pre kingergarten ones you would find in those kid themes  laptops with tree and dogs and a smiling girl in a yellow dress picking flowers. Coffee did I hear someon e say coffee.. it’s a sound echoeing coming and captured from how many years ago mayb 19 maybe more but it was coffee. From the voices of whome bodies whome are no longer here. It isn’t sunny btu the clouds cover the sunlight and no one is here except us three just like those 2 years we spent away. Those two years. Whenever I say those 2 years like that to someone it has meaning deep meaning. Maybe frustration maybe regret but it isn’t just 2 years it was a journey a change a nd growing up that is what It doesn. Growing up can be painful and change and all that stuff like a toddler teething. Its painful but who would want to stay with milk teeth for the rest of their life. Poor baby Y is , he;s tiny and like an insect , he’s funny and we can eat apples maybe on the grass or in the forest. Sewing a purple skirt or out walking and holding white flowers until he comes back and you have to go cook dinner oh yay work. And what is that behind you? Is it toffee. 8 days to go if God wills. Until next week. What you can Ido in 1 week is not waste time you see the beach is white and the sand is cream and peach. The birds are high and then low and then gliding. The people are everywhere but theyre just not to be seen because were hiding behind those forests. When Me and my brother you know that one younger than the older ones would sit on the harvested gorund and cown and sheeo droppings and  ules everywhere . we would sit down and talk to the old guy. The one with the morotcycle and then he would laugh and talk to us in English, ask us what so and so was and how do you say that in English. Being an ex soldier that is far from what you do in your job and maybe giina dnm  tanks and no I don’t kthink so, he has a house full of peach trees a 2 twin girls who would giggle and tumble on top of each other. Times up.

Sun silky clothes hanging from a bathroom. I don’t know what im saying im tired but too scared to sleep. I need to sleep. 9 birds left for Africa this morning. They look out of their cage as if barren I don’t know what ever..

Non Essence 1

Time: 10 Min
Type: Freestyle Warmup (Birds)

Birds are nasty when they are cooked with beef and lamnb that is why I never cook them. But guess what it doesn’t matter because 7 chickens don’t like to lay eggs with each other and that is why we never hatch them around in our farm, because the parents leave them behind just like the moon leaves the sky in the last of the month, but we can all do it together. Maybe if we go to the beach we could all swim in the sun but that’s how writing works, no it is better. When we first met them we were sitting in the living room and that’s how it works. The guests sit in the living room and they look a t the painitings like mr bean, except that  they don’t make a mess. Birds arre like a beautiful swallow that goes deep down. Lights of the night take time to breath in and then cupcakes are good as well to have with coffee because I don’t know why, maybe theyre not so good. Fiji is a land and land is expensive. Like a bird in the cage that has nowhere to go, we need to think think think, you see birds are a little small, but they fly unlike you. Diaries are good, waking up late is not , and missing the morning beauty is sad. A walk is nice but 10 minutes is not enough,, The greenery of the landscape makes you breath freshly and want to do it again I don’t know how fast I type but this is good for a beginning. I should writie out stories. Ive never written a story and completed it besides those series when I was about 9 years old. Oh the how kids get things accomplished and you think to yourself well why couldn’t I do that and im here sitting thinking looking at the old self and why you just cant be like that courageous admirable you little version. Its frustrating growing old.. yes even in the 20s youere old compared to the 9 little twinkles of the years where  youre just inncoents don’t care or don’t know what people think or don’t self control ones self. Its good ti s good. Its all working out if God wills. I can just keep going on like this for another 4 minutes and I might end up with a nothing of something and then I m happy I do this on the pc so I don’t waste paper, cant have the rc or acg in the way blocking out my time and my WORDS this is precious this is freestyle, its like gliding in the sky with no care, no response no responsibibilties noever mind the grammar because chickens are good to harvest and eat, because theyre flueeing and then I don’t know what this mess I have in my page, I need to think of a theme, and stick to it, think of plot and then write it don’t care how it turns out and then maybe I can write all day long. The birds amaze me in the sky because I don’t know why I keep coming back to this the birds the birds they said writing about birds would give some inspiration but it doesn’t seem to be working. Pigs outside are no going to help you with the old farm you know. Sitting down in coffee shops is a waste of time let s me tell you how to not waste time. Get things done of importance and then think of what is next. I like the smeelll of books they smell like something between wood and liquorice but theyre not theyre paper and that is all I ahev for you this morning because 7 is a number and 3 is one as well like everything else we need to make for lnch and this makes no senses time ia almost up and I didn’t miss out on anything yesterday..

Non Essence


Thick legs with a little orange dress she hobbles with those fat thighs everywhere and then a n annoying boy picks her up and puts her down, again; picks her up and puts her back down. She seems to be annoyed with him and her older sister who love her but pick her up a lot. No one realises she chews on her cubes and a bit of salty stuff pours down and likcs that too but never the less no one notices and then a big fat man in a filly boots comes with ice cream in his hand for the little ones. Sun shines and moon can be seen fat our in the blue sky but no one notices besides this little girl and her father who sees it on his kinky boat bubbling on  the coast tangier. He has purple hair and a tortoise who makes him lunch but no on notices that. Fingers fingers everyhere unconcentrated students looking out to grassy filekld sand everyone busy wit h white foreheads and brown hair falling down on to the red eyes, dazzled and happy from a satisfying night yesterday where they ticked things off their list but who knows not me! Maybe we should sail the sea far away to the other ocean and green banks of golf flowers where our mothers would wait for thei precious kidney beans. And light but as the boats take off from their spot. The orange flowered girl puts a toy gun to her mouth, chews. Boy 7 saddens about such and grabs it . Orange lilliy dress chanes to pink, but it’s a girl. Who knows when words are turned upside down and we look nowhere for the results of our tests. I don’t know why but shes too fat and then no no no no no no no no no no oo9 rings bells from different memoried picked up on the way and horses who run the rgrassy fields pretending to have on their back owners and empty baskets of orange picking stuff. Dusty suffocating flowers that used to be a flower but turn into dust stand in pride and watch us all disturb their eancestors ORANGE merry go around cars are old but he smiles and gently steers. Lights light up on an octopus that looks just as grumpy as the atmosphere. Writing words is hard and it seems otherwise. Having a nice font helps though, he just figured that out. Words have been around for so long. But practise, practise practise. Night time is smooth, like apple juice… the heat, the steam. Like apple juice it comes together in a cakey way. Weight helps to see how you progress but no, that is not the way to a healthier leaner figure. You need to change the way you think and create good habits that might overwrite that old ones. Purple mountain makes me goose bumbpy and huge computers and nice to look into, like a real window you look out and see the happy cooks baking tofu and , never mind, you ! oh, yes another cup .. wise coffee, coffee, for the wise. It depends what you do with your tool. You can use it to benefit, or you can use it in a bad way – most are, what do I do? Then. Now?.. maybe later.

Oh okay..

Soft orange bells give away dancing on top of the heads that sat upright trying to eat their fists. , and the see-through curtain is drawn closed. Most days the more you write the more options open up to you; Just like folders in the windows system, I thought. System23, file299,.  That’s good!

Shuffle, Shuffle, no more clothes to give away. You supposed to give away things you like; that is a word in Arabic called. It doesn’t exist in English.  Latin. Latin maybe. Never once thought a student ; I may be there in 15 years time, trying. Dark usuallt comes earlier than the people realised. They would be too busy frying their petrol, or diesel if youre French. It doesn’t matter. And then the sun sets – why didn’t I do this earlier.

She fell down in happiness pulling up her dress – that face of breathtaken confusion spread out across suttle skin. Fat rings gathered around her elbows she tackled him to the ground and they both break up in tearful laughs. kids.