Went up the cool and still bush. Got some split spars back. Gonna mess around with them and see if I can shape them. Whole neighbourhood is out mowing grass, chillin on their porch or going thru a divorce. Ice head down the street is happy on his dirt bike and no helmet. Blackbird sound so sweet. Stupid birbs buggered off when I yelled at it to get out the laundry instead of getting snapped in the peanut butter baited moustrap under the cutlery drawers. Big feed in the turbo. Bath running. Comfy and safe for now. Rolling for nothing happening until my packages come, at least. Bad shit getting off your back gives you wings. Not that high octane red goyslurm. Take it from some neet who knows.

Big effort to finish this moofie but I'm gonna do it. Hows (You)?