humid-day

a humid day, holding hands with special someone. do you really know her from inside out. who are you, where are we. in comfort of course. but we are nowhere near göztepe migros, i thought that place was the comfot place of that unnamed park you seldom think about it, is it expired, or what. anyhow, it is an overcast day but what is overcast? this word have always made you contemplate more than some stratus clouds. its like broadcast, multicast, it is like podcast. you are amazed with it, clouds so thick that they obscure the sun, our mother. you’re with this girl you’re seeing, the one with pretty eyes as if you have a compendium of pretty eyes but she’s like, cool. someone with soul, finally, you thought everyone seems to lack soul, somehow, all they think about is stüssy tee’s and weird beeswax trophies. you gather, you look at each other. looks are important, the gazes but you are excited to tell her about Adobe Utopia Std Caption. what is that? but she would understand, anyway you tell that it was designed by robert slimbach, this guy seems to have designed so many typefaces don’t you think? and you don’t skip to refer to the fact that the font was released to X Consortium some decades ago but it is only in Regular, Italic, Bold, Bold Italic but you’ve saw it in caption size and you kiled it it is familiar to you, it is special maybe. but what does she thinks? she understands, surely. she is all in for music. you too but she’s different. always with interesting music. what would her family would have done if their daughter is out there trying to convince metronomy needs to be awarded with not only Grammies but order of excellences and indefinite gummi bear supply for black eye/burnt thumb alone. you say okay but does it work like that? you listened to the CD and she was deprived of it, demands it back you give and say oh lord i felt i was in an oasis and start thinking about the word arid for a bit. you have become a watcher, an observer in a collesium in a forgotten earthquake struck country, wow, it was intense and there you are in the same bench. she didn’t notice you were gone, how cute of her. this is a good life away from lyme’s disease or anything. but you’ve watched a tv speries episode and now you’ve remember blackbery was really popular back then you say. really. wow. it is a relic from past you conclude. all things said you liked the How Say you think but what is love, baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more. it is a lichen, it is a mold, it is a moss tree or is it a tree full of fiddling animators. remains to be seen. she is your bethesda, isn’t she? it is a humid park, wet from mornings rain. but yes in morning it was pleasant. truly. toast was good and tea was always your thing. but while you ate your mom always closed the telly or whatnot. space and time to think. it is about time you told your plans about moving to new wye. are there humid, are there butterflies or pliable metals. you still don’t know but you’re determinate. deterred inconsolata. but what about the demographics she say. as if you’re trapped inside of a population pyramid. there are things to believe and things to condemn. like spotify. whatever with listening numbers. who cares. not me. sky is being terrorised by there satellites you say. you’ve read in sky and telescope. ha-ha. just hink about aqua and cocoa, in the name of steve jobs, in name of team77. for the love of the god. but where are she? do i have to buy ariel again? let’s linger. there are plants, flowers, that crack concrete, for love, for life not that we are disrespect to louis khan though, nice guy. ilyushin, mikoyan maybe even tupovlev but did you know about licklider? she’s deserted you. nowhere to be found. didn’t even waited to hear about new wye. what’s going to happen. does she know sprite tastes the bestest provided its consumed cold.