♪: my breathing

Last night/This morning with Cricket, outside:

Cricket - It feels like the earth is play doh! *while stepping in damp mud, switching from one foot to the other*
*NOTE: She literally made the shape of a person, in the mud, with her feet. Meaning, when I thought she was side-stepping, playing in the damp mud, in reality, she made a person.

Ichi - *staring at the shade of the trees made by moonlight* it would be cook to explain the blotches of lights to be similar to hearts, stars, something.

Cricket - I sound like an old black lady and you sing. That's our thing.
Ichi - Hey! I'm like Andy off The Office.

Cricket - *points to lamppost lit up against the fucking awesome tree against the fucking awesome sky color* Look! It's the Urban Version of the moon.

Ichi - *in the high wind, holds out grape-flavoured cigar and the wind catches it just right - it inflames. Scared and frightened to be burned, drops it on the ground, in leaves. Immediately bending down, she keeps burning herself and flinching to Cricket's pleas to pick it up. She's trying and then she laughs, saying:* It's the Australian Forrest Fire attacking America! We'll be the arsonist for America.

I hallucinated. I saw two dogs on Cricket's porch. One a giant Chihuahua and the other like a better version of Benji. It's some British dog, I can't place it.

Cricket found a flashlight and there was a slug on the rim of it, on the light. She would turn on the light and say, "SUNLIGHT!" Then she would turn it off and say, "ETERNAL DARKNESS!" This was repeated several times.

I kept raving how her pond looked like glossy, black marble.

Fucking insane it was.