couch I am The Great I am... All I want to do is play with my belly button, and be a couch potato... Maybe I won't play with my belly button. But, I will sleep a lot and eat Doritos. Maybe I'll make faces at the stupid T.V. shows on N.B.C. hmmm... 020218 ... nom) i don't have a couch, i have a mattress 050923 ... tender_square when chandler died nine years after the manor was completed, mary lived here alone, she said. the couple never had any children. mary didn't like it, as it says in her letters here. she felt the space was too big for just her and the servants. but also, there was an ongoing argument with her husband's cousins because the manor was not passed to her after her husband's death—it belonged to the company, she said. mary eventually moved to washington to live with her cousin in a twenty-seven room townhouse and she took all her belongings with her. all the furniture in the house has been donation, it is not original, though it is of the period. the only piece of furniture we know that the walker's had was this couch here. it was a wedding gift that mary gave to one her servant's children when they married. the grandson donated to us a few years back before he died at the age of ninety-six. 221211 ... raze it's wide enough to fit us four and one more who isn't here. you sit reading a book about a dead poet. your benefactor has his eyes in a magazine. i pluck lint from the shirt of the man to my left. soft snow nothing will melt, warm between forefinger and thumb. i let the flakes fall onto the unused copper cushion beside him, daring anyone to notice. 240929 what's it to you? who go blather from