WUNDER

well real or not real the smile is the presentation or Presenting as I like to think of it in forensic detailing of social anthropology and I never played poker or chess but know the basic concepts for all my not too well at fitting in in my head I love sitting in the middle of people fitting in at times

I wrote this towards an ideal but its culled from the past interactions I would have to say Petra Timmerman from High school and then my first year foundation studies lunch break at the lunch room at Ontario College of Art is the aqualine nose and brow and braids she was very creative an artist and very social into the scene with bolero jacket and pork pie hat then in style of the eightes she was tall and thin read head with large blue eyes I cant remember the rings except to say that I dont get to talk to women who wear that kind of jewellry plaza smile Little debbie she works from blueprints in muskoka for a company building federal provincial million dollar projects lastly Kimberley with the heels the laugh and the leaning in i took a course rehab based outpatient at night anyway those were the most prolific influences that i can recall vividly and suprisingly I dont talk to or see anymore any of these women I actually sit with just a few downtown in my day although there are many who say hello and shake my hand etc but it is Whitetea who senses that yes the visual and intimacy is correct all the mentioned did have time to come and sit and talk about their own lives with me at various times and when Im clear and focused (mostly at Twiggs) then I am most approachable otherwise Im too vividly piled with output mode in thought i am in process of trying to get more medicated as the seriousness of hyper awareness is amping up my days beyond relief when I look back for calmness its those times that return Kimberley was the last one she was very attractive and cute and intelligent and yet there was no time for talking at this time not in the way that would be open so I just drew sketchs on the papers were were supposed to be doing therapy on and writing small short poems exhausted like now I feel bad that i cant explain this in short paragraphs