everyone deserves a story for being good attention givers:
muddy legs. walking through the swamp looking for shoes that my sister lost. its funny, cause the mud there was thigh deep, and her shoes were the flimsy lil ones that fall off. my shoes are completely ruined, and when they dried out later they were stiff and red, even though i thought i had washed off all the mud. when looking through mud in a swamp, we mainly just thrust our hands in until we were shoulder deep, and then kind of just slowly moved them around, hoping or not hoping to find something solid. one time i got someone elses leg, and gave him a fright. that was a laff. years later and miles away, in a different color mud, i had a lot more fun. no looking around for anything, mainly cause there were more oysters here and less shoes that were loose, but also because everyone was prepared, and knew that shoes would be sucked into the murky depths. this time around we just had fun and chucked the mud around with no frantic searching, and washed our shoes off better when we got back to the places we were staying.
muddy legs. walking through the swamp looking for shoes that my sister lost. its funny, cause the mud there was thigh deep, and her shoes were the flimsy lil ones that fall off. my shoes are completely ruined, and when they dried out later they were stiff and red, even though i thought i had washed off all the mud. when looking through mud in a swamp, we mainly just thrust our hands in until we were shoulder deep, and then kind of just slowly moved them around, hoping or not hoping to find something solid. one time i got someone elses leg, and gave him a fright. that was a laff. years later and miles away, in a different color mud, i had a lot more fun. no looking around for anything, mainly cause there were more oysters here and less shoes that were loose, but also because everyone was prepared, and knew that shoes would be sucked into the murky depths. this time around we just had fun and chucked the mud around with no frantic searching, and washed our shoes off better when we got back to the places we were staying.
since i have time, i will talk about things that i do that i think people woodnt know about.
when i was 13 to 16, i wood sit at the dinner table for about half an hour every day and eat brazil nuts. cracking them in silence, savoring their sweetness, and spitting up the bad ones.
i wake up i like to wrap myself in my blanket so that only my head shows, and just sit like that untill i need to pee.
i sneak out on my own sometimes and find places that are pleasant to sit in, are walk through, or stand on. there are many places that are good everywhere, and they are easy to find, and i love them. i show them to people sometimes, when im in the right mood. good things should be shared.
i write things down and i hide things wherever i go. not peoples objects, but things of mine that i pretend are notes to the future.
when i was 13 to 16, i wood sit at the dinner table for about half an hour every day and eat brazil nuts. cracking them in silence, savoring their sweetness, and spitting up the bad ones.
i wake up i like to wrap myself in my blanket so that only my head shows, and just sit like that untill i need to pee.
i sneak out on my own sometimes and find places that are pleasant to sit in, are walk through, or stand on. there are many places that are good everywhere, and they are easy to find, and i love them. i show them to people sometimes, when im in the right mood. good things should be shared.
i write things down and i hide things wherever i go. not peoples objects, but things of mine that i pretend are notes to the future.
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