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Saturday, 18 April 2009
the things today.

i saw a bird caged between a moving bicycle. its wheel caught her wing. i saw a sloppy clown amidst garbage pile, outside waterloo. the clown looked sad.

i shouted 'chelsea' in arsenal. my friends took a step back for fear of hooligans.

anne frank had dark hair. she died alone in the camp, separated from family. we only know her smiling.

i like train tracks that run hidden into trees. its like alice in wonderland following the trail into the rabbit hole. you never know where you end up.

a patch of green invites swarm of people, hungry for the sun.

people talk to me because they think my pretty brown eyes are real.