I go to work. I look like death but act like I don't. I lift heavy bags of extruded animal protein and binders.
The other moments I spent sitting on a chair.
We usually don't get a chair but my leg
Later I buy a pink and red twisted rope for my dog at home. She lies on top of
It while chewing on
I make dinner:
I watch the spreading thing
Going on with my
Traces a circle around it
We can watch it overcome its perimeters
Will I run out of blood?