recently I've been wandering into and out of unspecified conundrumsno exception that today I ventured fourth into a styled confession

booth disguised as an art instalation. Hence forth I shall commmit 

to paper my innermost thoughts and desires onto paper - this very 

paper before you... I shall spare the reader any abbreviations and 

emojis. I will persist with only phoenetic text. It is labourious 

to proceed on such a medium and with such a crude instrument as

this but ergo I did not choose it. Ratherr, it chose me.. Yet who 

can resist such an invitation to bear one's soul for all the world

to read..?

ah yes the reader, the yin to my yang, the ever receptive and perceptive

party to my diatribes and rigorous perusals into the literary genres...

A bolt of paper or a ream of yarn - one weaves a tale of no compense 

nor regard. henceforthh I proceed withh my tale oof chagrin and woe.

a young manoof no sppecific origin cullture nor race stumbles into the 

gp olson 7-7

7/07/2015 july the seventh twenty fifteen                        my name is Anna. here are my thoughts. i need to walk around the city more so i can find things, beautiful things like this. its amazing what you can stumble upon  when you are just wandering. i can try to write a poemall of the people who pass me seem to be a work of art, no mater who they are. everyone is beautiful to me no matter who they are. 

ciao tutti

HE's leaving. Why bother? He's leaving. It doesnt matter. I will continue to torture myself and see him and love him, even though he is leaving. was i mean he was an aniomal, out of control , a maniac . THE HORROR, If I stay I fear for my life , if I go l do nothing useful. Maybe I could join the circus! That's it! He'll never find me there! I'll fly high above the crowd with the greatest of ease on the highest of trapese. Oh it will be marvelous. Oh joy! Oh happy day, to be so free and oh so gay.