BY ZRCL @misseckhaus


Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich
"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek

METEORITE. DADDY LATTA. ATTY LATTA. LATTA

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MY BOTHER AND FATHER HAVE AN AMAZING JEWELRY PRACTICE/BIZNASS. I AM HORRIBLY INDEBTED TO THEM. THESE ARE SOME PEICES THEY MAKE OUT OF METEORITE (YES, CHUNKS OF METAL/OTHER PLANETS THAT HAVE BEEN ZOOMING THROUGH OUTERSPACE FOR ALL TIME.) EXCUSE MY GROSS GNAWED-ON BABY HANDS. THERE IS MORE TO SEE HERE. I LOVE THEM.