You are what you do.
I don't wish ill on anyone. Negativity is sour grapes but I wonder if some people ever get what's coming to them. Maybe they do. It seems like the harder any person makes my life the happier and luckier they become.
I'm changing my name to punching bag.
I wish I was a bohemian-lesbian-pothead. I am none of these things, but wouldn't it be great? I'd join a save-the-trees foundation and run away to Northern California where those giant Redwoods are and I would run around barefoot with all the other hippies and nothing would get done because we'd be waaaaay too stoned. The only real drama would be who's turn it was to make the brownies.
I could be Michelle Tea without the prostitution. Or Natalie Portman and rich. I wish I had a sink that was like a bowl. (you know, one of those bowl-sinks.) and foaming soap. green apple. because then, i'm sure, it'd be easy to wash away your bitter flesh. I'd heat the water and pump too much foam in my hands.
and scrub.
hard.
I'd even sing 'Row Row Row Your Boat' or 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' while doing it. Just to make sure i've wiped every bit of your memory clean before giving you a burial at sea. Down the drain and through the plumbing so you could spend your days terrorizing fish instead of me.
or, ya know. whatever. no big deal.
I'm changing my name to punching bag.
I wish I was a bohemian-lesbian-pothead. I am none of these things, but wouldn't it be great? I'd join a save-the-trees foundation and run away to Northern California where those giant Redwoods are and I would run around barefoot with all the other hippies and nothing would get done because we'd be waaaaay too stoned. The only real drama would be who's turn it was to make the brownies.
I could be Michelle Tea without the prostitution. Or Natalie Portman and rich. I wish I had a sink that was like a bowl. (you know, one of those bowl-sinks.) and foaming soap. green apple. because then, i'm sure, it'd be easy to wash away your bitter flesh. I'd heat the water and pump too much foam in my hands.
and scrub.
hard.
I'd even sing 'Row Row Row Your Boat' or 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' while doing it. Just to make sure i've wiped every bit of your memory clean before giving you a burial at sea. Down the drain and through the plumbing so you could spend your days terrorizing fish instead of me.
or, ya know. whatever. no big deal.