the grass of my life

comfort grasa

i found out gres is female

stil gren

i pat grass.

it comfort.

"grass, he ignore that, that is mean."

grase kiss me.

i blosh

"i will."

"lettuce asexually reproduce"

i stare. 

"yay i'm pregnet" 

"yay your prengont"

michel loks in distance, taking in what he could hsaave had.

only if jermy was sane. 

only if.