you are smacking your lips SO HARD and slurping like theres no tomorow. perhaps it is just stomach jealousy perhaps i wish i had a bucket of fruit as well. sometimes i feel like being the tattletale. but no one likes a snitch. the clouds are moving faster than any summer day in early july when they just dont want to budge, they are on summer vay-cay too. thats when the grass is sticky in paris and the metro crowded and yo cant even pull shirts over yr face because the sweat makes them stick to you.
right now i was i was there and now here and diping my fingers into my own sweaty armpits.