Painting yourself

Tramgirl got up this morning to paint herself.

It’s how she dresses herself.

Because it’s so hot, she didn’t want to dress herself this morning but unfortunately for Tramgirl even being nude requires painting.

She stood in front of the mirror painting herself looking very pissed off.

“Fuck it!” she said jumping in the shower. Tramgirl washed herself away.

I’ve no idea where she is. God knows what she’s up to.

“I’m watching the tennis, who do you think put the telly on?!”

Right.

drinking life

I went and had a coffee with Tramgirl this morning. In a matter of an hour she had three long blacks.

“What’s with all the coffee?”

Tramgirl raised her head with bug eyes and proclaimed.

Sometimes my friend, pushing yourself beyond what you think you know is all there is!

“Ok” I said as I attempted to hush her.

You may see that I drink coffee.

“Yep” (here we go)

I drink not coffee. I drink life!

Tramgirl dressed in her Japanese kimono sprung up and said.

LETS ALL DRINK COFFEE!

And then she skipped to the beach.

A glance

All from a glance.

Tramgirl has a crush. She hasn't had one for sometime.

I keep telling her to keep a lid on it.

But Tramgirl ain't that kind of girl, when she feels it she works it.
So I sat with Tramgirl as she wrote a letter to her crush.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd read.

“Will you send it?” I ask her.

Tramgirl picked up her letter and rubbed it on her tummy and said.

I don't need to.

“Why?”

They know.

“How do you know?”

Tramgirl leant forward and whispered.

I felt it.

On saying that she ripped up the letter and put it in the compost and quickly went to her room.

She's still in there.

32 stories

Tramgirl didn’t get 32 stories for Christmas she got it for her bday. Spot on. It was her bday yesterday. She had a swell day.
She’s been watching MADMEN, a kick ass TV show.

Tramgirl got a bunch of presents. She struggles receiving. All she wants to do is sit in silence for weeks and watch her breath. Yesterday she really began to let it in and she was filled to the brim with love.
Why?
‘Cause she saw the joy it brought to those who gave to her.
Receiving is an art.