Wander

Writing to relax. I try to write through the annoying sound of the e mail alerts on tru tap.. Thats annoying. Im hearing faraway trance. Mixed in wit a bit of rock now. Its the opening of a dire straits song. I think its money for nothing.

the fan is twisting above my head. I can see it through the mosquito net. On my single but quite strangely authentic looking four poster bed. The linen is white. And my glasses case and book. Are on top of it.

i just wrapped two toilet paper joints. The toilet paper was crumbly and soft. The weed was tough. Wel at least its twigs were. The stuff was good. I whacked em both. But theres still some left. Although as far as joints go, the two i wrapped were small. It was too hard to make the toilet paper hold steady for a big one.

my thoughts traveled to africa. To the book i was reading. Although i feel a bit pretentious writing this down. My glass case is red. And my thoughts have now truly begun to wander.

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