day one hundred and fifty six.

i think i'm going to start
guerilla crocheting
or rather, knitting
unless i can
pick up the skill
in between sociological
research methods
and astrology
(not to mention
the bakery burns
and the sacred drink).
or more likely
if i can find the right
benches
i would like to
guerilla cross stitch.
exexexex.

day one hundred and fifty five.

a new obsession to
be found,
though i know where
to find it.

day one hundred and fifty four.

to be more worried
about borrowed
wasted
food
than for
having a party and a piss
inside a place you
haven't been since the
twelfth grade.

day one hundred and fifty three.

haunted by the cake
and the dreams
of a borrow gone
wrong.

day one hundred and fifty two.

hiding is easy,

the only people 

who are bad at

hiding

are those who secretly

want to be found.

day one hundred and fifty one.

a foodland retiree,
surrounded by some
fake friends
and unknown
part timers
who just want a
piece of his
cake
and a cur of his
hours.

day one hundred and fifty.

please buy a membership,
so that when you are further
convinced to
buy more
you can save money while
you're spending
what you otherwise
wouldn't.