Part time alone, full time mother. I print resumes and hope for responses. Wonder about the mechanisms of economy and fear. Think of superstructure, fall asleep and wake up belonging to a place that I can't shake. I lay down on the sofa: glasses on, shoes on, fully responsable, completly concious. Nothing changes, only I become more and more and more flexible. Im so tangled.

A visit asks if the legs are as soft as the hands look. I answer: Well, you'll never know. I smile.

Then I sell a Te Amo and then I think about it: I sell Te Amos for living, do you want a Te Amo? pay for it, I'll cut it and teach you how to put it on fire. If you want it to go, i'll bag it for you. You're in luck, the Te Amos that I have right now are very moist and soft, listen to them, smell them, taste them, buy them, you wont regret it, they're only $12 bucks.