Seeing S, good to see her. She becomes possessed. Moves so fast I have never seen anyone move from place to place so fast. I worry she will kill herself. She doesn't want to see me. It's not going to work. There's a screen between us, I ask her about Brazil. She doesn't give me clear answer.
I meet this other short girl. She is plump like S. We have been trying to work it out. It's not worked in the past. It doesn't seem to be working now. I leave her with a kiss on the lips.
I see all these interesting art pieces on my walk to school. They are like dolls or puppets. I see they have been placed at the side of the road like sculpture graffiti. In an almost fairy like garden gnome style. They are all these bright colours. One of the pieces looks like it's got all these normal heads and then these heads with no bones in beneath. It's disturbed art to look at.
Someone says I am like the Jesus healer guy. I realise that I need to break out of the stereo type I have got my self into
Dreams. Dad. Telling me about some work that I can do. Following on from where I left off. There was a job that I never followed up. Some crafts men should have given me the links but they didn't. I tell my dad that they were not looking out for me. Dad says that craftsmen tend to just look after themselves.
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