Morning.
I painted raspberry jelly on my bread,
uniting another of peanut butter spread.
That synthetic peanut butter jelly bread,
was never seen again.

Anyways,
Ive been walking around my neighborhood a lot.
I've been looking at many houses and their door steps.
Door steps. I put the catalogs on their door steps.
I collect the catalogs from their door steps.
And I get paid.

Houses and houses
walking and walking
so many houses
and walking.
hello. I walk up to your house.
and I put a catalog on your doorstep

next house.

bla.
and bla.

Some of em houses doorsteps are really far in.
I have to go through the yard, go down a slope
or up some stairs. Caught in spider webs.
And ya know, my catalog company is the only
one who desires for their distributors to
enter into ones property and place their
catalogs on the shelter of the customers doorstep.

I had always been afraid of misunderstanding or grumpy
occupants who hates junk mail. I imagined my self sprinting
for my life and dodging shotgun bullets by a grumpy man in pajamas.
"Get away from my house you rottin toothin No good dirty soneovabitch!
And stay out!"

But meanwhile, im still trying to look for a better job.
I've been spamming on applications.
I've officially worked 2 different jobs already.

Its late and im weary.
The pictures and their unusual effect
would perhaps suggest I was 2 places at once.not.

houses is rows always reminds me of street spirit
& no surprises.


Today, ive been collecting the shit I gave out. I do 300x2 a week.
Collecting is lame, some ppl don't leave it outside their house.
I have to knock on the door and ask for it. Or I would have to come
back for it again. No fair, newspaper distributors put their
newspapers in the mailbox and its someone elses problem.
Not that im complaining but my job is definitely more interesting
since I am able to interact. But, its the shit pay. i get a third of em newspaper ppl.
This is the last of my distributing cycle. Ill do no more.

walking walking walking
Summer, there are bugs and i like bugs.
But, there is an ongoing war during this time
between the humans, mosquitoes and flies.
I've been pierced much during this epic battle
and many mosquitoes have lost their lives.
I heard of a great idea somewhere some time ago
about using mosquitoes to inject vitamins or medication.
speaking of happy mosquito bites.

I have me mp3 to entertain me.
And some days I am scourged by the sun.
some days I am blown a breeze out a cloud.
In its shade, it shelters me.
This is my first summer.
They say strangely this year is chillier.