Jilly's hanging from a tree. Steve reclines
against her. Carmen peels an orange.
It is 24°C.
Jilly finds herself obsessed with a specific activity. Steve completes
part of a tapestry. Carmen duplicates the scenario.
It is 29°C.
Jilly can only come up with two credible themes. Steve's gotta buy some
decent coffee. Carmen checks her profile.
It is 32°C.
Jilly scans her dictionary. Steve's arms remain outstretched. Carmen
considers her space.
It is 18°C.
Jilly's obviously anxious. Steve might become an empty stereotype. Carmen
devises a powerful attack.
It is 13°C.
Jilly thinks her painting is pretty bloody good. Steve happens to agree.
Carmen loses the plot.
It is 20°C.
Jilly's painting is good. Steve takes time out to ponder. Carmen lists
the week's shop.
It is 17°C.
Jilly can't decipher the code. Steve plagiarises Lacan. Carmen rubs
her clit.
It is 23°C.
Jilly realised she was witnessing the making of a fake. Steve stands
in his studio. Carmen's sword lies to the left of her body.
It is 23°C.
Jilly has vegetable soup. Steve places a single block in the middle
of the room. Carmen considers Adorno.
It is 18°C.
Jilly says "WOH...it's an irreducible, irrefutable object".
Steve is forever haunted by this prospect. Carmen finds a spot.
It is 25°C.
Jilly grabs a roll of tape. Steve stares at the block. Carmen winks
at the man on the tram.
It is 30°C.
Jilly insists on remaining separate. Steve is rooted in desire. Carmen
takes a chance.
It is 40°C.
Jilly's lodging her thanks. Steve forms a queue. Carmen's having an
identity crisis.
It is 40°C.
Jilly remembers a dream. Steve thinks he was there. Carmen licks the
bowl.
It is 34°C.
Jilly realises her most unsatisfied yearnings. Steve re-organises the
properties of their domestic environment. Carmen shifts a little to
the right.
It is 28°C.
Jilly can't understand what the problem is. Steve can't help but giggle.
Carmen follows the line that structures her day.
It is 18°C.
Jilly can never get enough sleep. Steve was sure that nothing had been
said. Carmen says she is ready to listen.
It is 24°C.
Jilly follows through with an idea. Steve watches the sway of her hips.
Carmen's lack of understanding is quite natural.
It is 21°C.
Jilly develops a critical line. Steve feels negated. Carmen's daffodils
are flourishing.
It is 32°C.
Jilly feels compelled to buy. Steve finds difficulty in articulating.
Carmen feels taken by everyone.
It is 32°C.
Jilly suffers terribly. Steve continues to write. Carmen enjoys those
moments of decadence.
It is 31°C.
Jilly lunges forward. Steve breaks her fall. Carmen slices a carrot.
It is 12°C.
Jilly deals with the afternoon shade. Steve's almost there. Carmen produces
an infinite number.
It is 31°C.
Jilly creates several versions. Steve, alone, is perhaps a rebel. Carmen
screams a response.
It is 18°C.
Jilly loves ball games. Steve prefers frames. Carmen's in the space
between.
It is 25°C.
Jilly leads a popular life. Steve approaches the shopping centre. Carmen
looks down at her thighs.
It is 23°C.
Jilly kinda likes Carmen. Steve is flabbergasted. Carmen gives a sheepish
grin.
It is 34°C.
Jilly dreams of conventional patterns. Steve thinks representation has
gone mad. Carmen is staging an illusion.
It is 26°C.
Jilly closes a door. Steve feels styled accordingly. Carmen counts the
many different kinds.
It is 22°C.
Jilly makes her mark with a small flag. Steve distributes several spatial
relations. Carmen stumbles across a passage.
It is 16°C.
Jilly stains her face. Steve's brother is identical. Carmen's aptitude
for mimicry is astounding.
It is 30°C.
Jilly subscribes to the mag on the table. Steve engages in a wee creation.
Carmen refers to herself.
It is 35°C.
Jilly changes her mind. Steve hopes he will live long enough to see
the end. Carmen screams in ecstasy.
It is 32°C.
Jilly's having a shower. Steve's feet map out a serial order. Carmen
collapses from her own weight.
It is 19°C.
