Thursday, April 23, 2015


Climbing a mountain is difficult. You need these special spiky boots which aren't really all that hot looking, and it's cold and your ears get cold and there's all these bugs flying into your moth and you see skeletons of other people that died on the way and that's a real bummer. At least I imagine this is the case. I mostly lay on the red couch (it's actually blue but I still call it the red couch because it reminds me of another porch couch that actually was red) and wiggle my toes and listen to the birds and the insects and dream my little dreams. Maybe the mountain climbers would like to to try this some day. But I'm not swapping. They will have to find their own couch.

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