Tent of Imagination

So my father bought this big tent to go on the back porch so we could eat dinner out there without rain, heat, and bugs. It has become the tent of imagination since I do nothing but sit at home all day and night. Rose, my really for real crazy aunt said that it seemed we were in Egypt and that she could hear camels coming to pick her up. April said now all Rose needs is a turbin and to desert boys to fan her. And the cigarette ashes on the table have now become the sand in the desert that rose and I have been staying in all day for the hell of it.

I think tomorow it will be a fashion show tent and Rose and I will change outfits and bust through the curtains that surround the damn thing (it is a fucking damn thing since it took forever and five days to put up). We will be like the models in "Head over Heels" the movie but more spectacular. We have fun dreaming up new adventures to where the tent is taking us.

Kee-mo-sa-bee says: To infinity and beyond. May your tent stay with you and Rose and adventures be ah' plenty.

This tent is taking over our lives. It's just one of those crazy things. Tents+two fucking crazy ass people=adventures of those who seem like they are on crack but are not.

Later ya'll....more details about our adventures if they happen!

Love ya'll....Paul