i'll come over to your place and we'll play videogames

primary school mischiefs, we did angry red sauce spoon shots, right through the window; right on the street, we threw cutlets, and smoked tea bags as if they were cigarettes we rolled, primary school mischiefs, the blissful taste of childhood, no need to run anywhere, we woke up and the sun shone at our faces, they were the landscape of our blissful puerility.

but even now, dear sis, you don't have to "go anywhere, just draw a pretty squirrel and read $1 books, and you don't have to sketch stupid bathrooms anymore."

over, enough, winter is gone [simple, children's books imagery], now the kitchen is bathed in rays of sunshine, the taste of tea, spring bliss, now it's this, now it's stories about love, now it's bliss, bliss, bliss, bliss spilt all over, flowing down like dense honey.

it's some spring whiff, now it's fitness whiffing, jolly, fitness and whiffing internet, tv shows, every day a new, different series.

"little brother, let's hug and kiss, [i found records of our childhood adventures] let's survive, let's crawl out of this bomb crater, i'm gluing my brain together, but it's spring everywhere you look."

restoration.

[ugro-finnish languages seem to be so pretty, one day, when i finally learn everything, i'll take them on next.]