well, it turns out that some foxes mate for life and some don't.

i feel an abundance of fresh air.
and an abundance of sunshine.

its not a permanent joy i want,
but a lack of worries.

this is a modified stream of consciousness.

i have dreams of a tornado about to hit. and the animals are sleeping comfortably in their beds. an uncle i haven't seen in years telling me that going to the basement is an old wives' tale, and i don't believe him.

the fan was blowing on me.
murphy is dead.
dad is pissed at his brother for not going to the wedding.