Neanderpundit

Felt good to sit my buttocks on the tractor seat again. Spun right up on the first kick. Mowed two acres like it had been doing it all it’s life- which it has.

Good to smell that fresh cut grass, too. US Citizen understands what I mean.

A cheeseburger. A piano. A box of packing peanuts. A pile of sawdust, or a roll of bubble wrap. Shit, just to have something inside me.

In a strong breeze, I actually whistle like a hollow reed. No, not really, but it feels like I should.

Last night I dreamed I took two snickers bars and held them under my armpits until I had absorbed them through my skin. This sucks, and I’m doing it to myself.

Ah, well. I’ve lost a lot of weight, and am losing more every day.