hop, skip. stone to stone. i like the lakes and running water down the stream in the park near my house no people go there i sit sometimes. i wish i had gumboots like them, selfish bastards. each leaf falls from trees i will call him my own his name will be obi. its like watching the neighbour next door undress through the window. lets roll in the grass some more my jeans are stained green now just wash them with bleach. can i have some more strawberries? its summer soon. me likey.