Hola New Life

i'm taking on the smell of vinegar on a monday, and the sound of that makes me want to run away from myself. too bad for the dulce de leche that just made its way down my system. i am feeling like running a lot lately, and not necessarily physically. it's something i am metaphorically good at and terrible at simultaneously. it is just like the potato chip that you initially thinks tastes terrible because it has no grease and another bite later you realize it tastes great because it has no grease. i suppose it is the because that always goes afterall.
pocho might have a home soon, i am hoping and not hoping in time as well. there are things happening and not happening all at once and if i had no obstacles i would live meatless, fruitful, and sparkling on a raft full of high kicks and shuffling. i would probably have a flock of flamingos behind me and stray animals that come and go as they please. whenever they hit dry land, i would strap the rollers on to my shoes and become a skater and speak fluently whatever the natives at that spot spoke without studying or a second thought.
hi reality. i'm back, and i smell like vinegar in the fall. i would prefer to read the alchemist on the roof with a beastly kitten but know better.