Safe as a Cootie Wootie With You

Currently listening to:
Hey, Bulldog
Beatles

I was allowed to hang out with Dandelion last night, partly because I had to give her bread before it molded and learned to talk, if you know what I mean. She cleaned cameras and I maintained plants (she has one labeled "Johnny jump up" and I thought it was named after our mutualish friend; funny), and we discussed matters of the utmost importance, like paper globes and nursery rhymes. It was a good, quiet, tired hang out.

I thought about going to this street parallel to mine where Smokey Mountain was to take this abstract painting that's leaning against a tree in front of a mansion. Dandelion seemed to think it was still wanted, though it was left in the front yard, in the open. I ended up not getting it. I might try in a couple more days.
It would have been an interesting solo adventure which Dandelion says I should invest more time in. I need to figure out how to get in that mindset of childish action; I've got the imagination down. It's just more fun with another person, though.

I'm kind of silly sometimes and I forget and wonder if things are still the way they were a second ago. I swear I feel a change in the water occasionally, but maybe it's just my mind over-evaluating some little detail never before noticed. The mixtape is a good reminder of how things stand, so maybe if I get worked up I could listen to one or both together to put everything back in its place.
I just keep learning! I feel like Algernon.
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I've been bitten up by chiggers from all the trail maintenance work. Supposedly they try to get you where you are hottest, so I've got some in my leg joints and through my socks and, of course, the groin. Mom said it would look weird if I went around scratching my groin all day, so I'm fighting the itch. Maybe I'll drive home in the nude again so I can scratch all the bites. Haha!
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"'I am no king, and I am no lord,
And I am no soldier at arms,' said he.
'I'm none but a harper, and a very poor harper,
That am come hither to wed with ye.'

'If you were a lord, you should be my lord,
And the same if you were a thief,' said she.
'And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper,
For it makes no matter to me, to me,
For it makes no matter to me.'

'But what if it prove that I am no harper?
That I lied for your love most monstrously?'
'Why, then I'll teach you to play and sing,
For I dearly love a good harp,' said she."
THE END