Or any other day. Yes. As long as it is not so dramatic like some parts of my life as an amateur. This evening I abandoned a book called ‘Utopia’. The book contains a chapter about Dystopia as well. I found that more interesting.
Today we went to the garden. There was a lot of wind, and some big green mosquitos named ring-necked parakeets. So we thought let us pick our luck and took a lumberjack saw and after one hour and a half their tree went down. The stormy weather was a big help. Great afternoon. Deleting things can be constructive. I took most of the words of this Part 29 out because it was so over-informative it suffocated itself. Texts have feelings too.
When I was little and still living with my parents I felt sorry for an old table they threw out, just down from the balcony. Where is this going to end is what I thought.
We lived on the second floor. The people who lived on the fourth did it with washing machines and vacuum cleaners.
I slapped a wasp one day in the overgrowth between the furniture. A boy from the third floor stomped me on the nose in return. All of a sudden he thought himself a lover of all creatures. My father came down to hit him on the ear. The end.
Some people are lucky, at the end of the day.
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