mouth babies and peter (the great)

This is not my home but I am birthing it and nesting it like a bowerbird with things that match and belong and placed for my Laura, we were both spat out and mingled long ago by livejournal, and now we are trying to evolve, and here is our now primordial goo, it is ripe rich and full of various promises and potentials and maybes and mutants and failures as importances. Strange evolutionary strains.
I think long ago Laura had a website called found teeth but I am not sure if I made it up in my sleep or if it did happen. I know we write about chickens with teeth in our imaginary land we maded together, and I know I fret awfully about pulled out and milk teeth baby teeth in little pits and clumps dotted in land fills. My mother threw mine away. I don't know where they are now.
I would give Laura the teeth to keep. Then I wouldn't worry about them anymore. She is so good at keeping and looking and after. She is a trust ways, and a wonder. She is the only person I can sleep in front of knowing they/she is not asleep. She would be good at looking after all the teeth, not just the abandoned ones.
It doesn't matter what is wrong because it is an exploring, a teeth counting. Something finished and perfect is a mouth shut too tight, bunched up screw mouth, that not even instruments or fingers or food can get in, and nothing can come out either.

I am looking forward to see what passes in and out of this land. It will be good journeys.

This place will not stay the same, because it is only new and it will sprout more and I have just put put slap dash picture ways a messy bird, her aesthetic magic eye on skin and in face and in eye is better than mine.
Just watch watch watch.

I love you Laura, please forgive me for all my clumsy-ness-es,

Gretel 
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