crawlin. just crawlin.

Found two girls on the hill. One in a bright yellow dress--the other in a beige dress with flowers at the bottom, like they had just fallen there. They had a camera, so I started taking pictures of them. Made them touch knees and hold strenuous poses. They loved it. Got bored with them. Sat on an old tree stump. A part of one of my molars fell off and rested on my tongue. Spit it out. No blood. Put it in my pocket. There were birds and dogs chasing them. The sun was too big (not bright) to look at. An old woman ate bread slices out of the bag. I think it was the kind with all the nuts in it, but I can't be too sure.