I want more tattoos.
I want to get extremely fat and then super skinny then majorly fat again.
I want to get extremely fat and then super skinny then majorly fat again.
I want to be the family embarrassment for once.
I want to learn Italian and then go to Italy
I want to learn Italian and then go to Italy
and fuck some Italians.
I want to take a hot air balloon ride naked,
kiss a dolphin,
try rat meat but only in Australia,
sky dive in a prom dress,
date a biker chick on parole,
smoke one with Chuck Palahniuk on a fire escape,
Rock purple hair all over my body just one time…
I want to make a necklace, bracelet and earrings
out of painted cheerios and wear them
to a black tie affair.
I want to be hated.
I want to do all kinds of weird inexplicable shit.
I just want to be fucking happy, that’s it.
And if the circumstances of life never allow me to do any of these things
And if the circumstances of life never allow me to do any of these things
just know that I am the kind of person who wants to do them.
Fuck all.
Sail
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 