Plans
So. I have decided that if all the stock markets really crash in the world...I will buy a motorcycle. And ride it cross-country to California. Where I will become a beatnick and write poetry at the Big Sur. I will live off of oranges stolen from people's backyards.
I just put up an art print of my favorite painting of all time. Egon Schiele makes me come a thousand times over.
I'm convinced that I was her in a previous life. Sure, she was probably an underage prostitute. But I get this bizarre tightness in my chest every time I look at it. Maybe I was her lover.
I just put up an art print of my favorite painting of all time. Egon Schiele makes me come a thousand times over.
I'm convinced that I was her in a previous life. Sure, she was probably an underage prostitute. But I get this bizarre tightness in my chest every time I look at it. Maybe I was her lover.