i use expository sentences to enhance thoughts of stubbing my toe and my sandal filling with blood and of a rusty roofing nail poking into the skin of my palm.
i ride my skateboard to the garden supply store to buy a clay planter and topsoil.
i sip from a pitcher of ice water on the bar and the bouncers remove me from the venue.
i feel that this is a 'big deal' and you should know.
i decide against buying a clay planter and topsoil and instead practice 'front-side' 180 degree ollies with my skateboard.
i drink coffee and eat cake i bought from the library cafe.
i work on a short story i have been working on, 'off and on,' for 10 months.
i feel an ominous form of depression in the morning.
it exists outside of me, like an atmosphere clouding the 2-3 hour time period which i consider to be the 'present.'
i am not sure why i am 'writing' like this, am i being non-directive.