hyenahyena:

this made sense last night. spelling and punctuation has been maintained (including the end parenthesis without a partner):

Foot whoops new friend, like earmuffs pressing gently through my temple, to my skull.  I am not with any idea-full of which things I am supposed to be doing, ALTHOUGH I am hungry, my teeth have been flossed and I’m pantsless again. The heavy weight in each toe remains, cementing me to the ground even as the feet hang flotantly (?) off the air (into the air?). I should make real plans and think of my own benefit—what would be helpful to me). My heart beats faster, then slower, writing as if by candlelight with my hands pressed against my eyelid. Centerfold! Abruptly the conversation ended and I, still as flannel as I was before, are to remember that all that seems real is just a dream, and something touching about Jimmy and his family, his father maybe. Jimmy who I’ve never met, although I’ve claimed, or been told, instead that the meeting has since occurred and therefore induction of friendship.

Hitherto, therefore, foremore(st?).

Can’t stop shower time. No, though, too much.

Ava, reading this reminds me of when i read the spanish stories, this is about how much sense they make in my mind