A spliff in the park
Its spring here today. Its warm again. I sat under a tree in the park and smoked a spliff. The tree was covered in a cloud of pink flowers that rained petals and I wondered if trees could be gay and concluded that this one probably was, at least during the spring. I told a jogger that she had the most amazing pink shoelaces I had ever seen. I wanted to tell her how badly she needed to invest in a good sports bra, but I didn’t and I am as ashamed of not saying that as I am proud. I wondered if the fact that I find mixed-race couples really cute made me a racist and concluded that it probably did. I saw 47 cleavages. I watched a juggler that couldn’t juggle and a painter that couldn’t paint, a woman walked past me that had a butt so cute, that I wanted to both juggle with it and paint it. I checked my phone and found that God had accepted my friend request and was also following my blog. I shared a cup of tea with a woman who smelled of cider and an ice cream with a duck that kept giving me funny looks and tried to bite me when I got up to leave.
I think I need to smoke a spliff in the park myself … just have no idea where to get weed down here 😉
12.03.25 at 03.03
This made me laugh as my boss has bright pink laces on her trainers 😉
I still have a hatred for the ducks. And now there are must strange ones appearing!
12.03.24 at 21.33
ducks are very odd – at least, the one i met today was
12.03.25 at 02.12
Ducks always give me funny looks too. At times I think God is on the verge of defriending me…I’m happy when I read your blog.
Dawn, Delta Dawn
12.03.24 at 19.28
i am glad to know that it wasn’t just that duck then
i think that the god on farcebook is an imposter
i am happy when you read my blog
Kyle
12.03.24 at 20.14
I felt like I was there too !
12.03.24 at 18.45
then you were
12.03.24 at 19.05