They say that your pleasures come and go. I say that you only have so many. One has to have a sense of pleasure left to spare. The last one sailed off to parts unknown. Now there are two relentless eyes that scan an empty horizon waiting for its return. Two women were at the house . One that was big and buxom while the other one was lean. I hugged both occasionally, out of felicity. The leaner one wanting me to kiss her. Outre! In from in the dark of night! She stood out there in her shift skirt very alone and miffed. The land had paths that we would all walk. I insisted at one point on going off of same to find a picket fence with little or no edge on its reverse side. As it was next to a barranca the mud slipped freely away. The quality of these materials were as telling as the destination ahead. The party upstairs that I left had been tucked away in the back of my consciousness. It had been both festive and quaint.
The wild salmon was in small cutlets and piled raw to one side. I had opened a few packets by mistake. I must have been so nervous as I was approved to be starting the filming of my school project on the very next day in the lighting studio supposedly upon the fifth. I was mistaken about the number of days between. They being four less than I had reckoned in my scattered mind. The backyard of this expansive mansion was half underground with the other part expressed in crazy quilt disconnected sections above ground. This allowed my access via stairs to a back field where I had an unexpected face off with a very odd kind of family pet. Something of a ceramic Chinese dragon. Though I was not necessarily in jeopardy of mortal danger, it challenged me, head to head. Until, after a series of zigzagging maneuvers I had to place my forehead nearly upon the massive bulk of its own. Only then was it satisfied. I had two older peers that seemed much more like uncles than hosts. Considering the amount of sway they had over me and my travel through this extended estate, I knew that their sensibilities counted heavily in terms of the import of my own actions. My destiny as a future filmmaker seemed somehow to utterly depend upon it.