Jun 05, 2005 22:30
i'd wear your black eyes... bake you apple pies.
ten disney movies in two days. is that unhealthy? i hope so. i've been craving unhealthy prospects. like living as a third wheel, and liking it. drifting in and out of people's lives like smoke, which i consume like it will save my live. who knows. double therapy and the idea of medication makes me kind of sick. maybe it will.
i know.
how about i drive alone to oregon to see my prodigal father and a 30 year old man who cooks, sells pot, makes me bronze roses, blushes when he looks at me and laughs so hard he cries - every time. then, chicago for a month. probably sinking into grimy nighttime walks and unfinished art projects. then, once im chock full of organic marijuana, eyes full of constellations and feet are covered in blisters, maybe ill come home.
maybe.