current stream of conscious blog-thought:

dis is all about my starfishy class me Mookie and the others my teacher too the way crayons taste and play doh smells and learning how laptop paint doesn't lap like waterpaint which flows almost as cool as ice floes kinda wike words bubbling up when you know you're misundertood but in the end you just float along or drift away while waving rhythmically like the surf and calling above the splashy roar..."thank you for visiting this distant shore"