permission to play
Happy new moon, shed some skins and let life shine in... the whether reports claim there's a 58% chance of miracles today.
I made delicious creative messes throughout the week. I'm considering a double degree in Human Services & Chemical Dependency complimented by Early Childhood Education. I have the BIGGEST intellectual crush on my teacher, she's a righteous radical woman. I am totally the government's trophy wife. Free money for school and books, education will be the chariot that carries me home. I'm doped up on hormones and feel more positively determined than I can explain. My garden is exploding. There's a perfect nest for me to rustle my feathers in. I get to paint on walls. Ari is walking up one side of my uterus and sliding down the other... mischievous little moonbeam.
I'm writing everyone secret letters they'll probably never see, unless we know each other when we're eighty 'cause I'll be softened and sentimental by than. Thank you Heather, who I don't understand but slips zines into Drew's pockets... don't worry yourself negative about there being too many babies in the world, I think the world is balanced so that whenever the birth rate goes up so does the suicide rate. World make way, my uterus is sprouting.
I am excited for beginnings without endings.
I made delicious creative messes throughout the week. I'm considering a double degree in Human Services & Chemical Dependency complimented by Early Childhood Education. I have the BIGGEST intellectual crush on my teacher, she's a righteous radical woman. I am totally the government's trophy wife. Free money for school and books, education will be the chariot that carries me home. I'm doped up on hormones and feel more positively determined than I can explain. My garden is exploding. There's a perfect nest for me to rustle my feathers in. I get to paint on walls. Ari is walking up one side of my uterus and sliding down the other... mischievous little moonbeam.
I'm writing everyone secret letters they'll probably never see, unless we know each other when we're eighty 'cause I'll be softened and sentimental by than. Thank you Heather, who I don't understand but slips zines into Drew's pockets... don't worry yourself negative about there being too many babies in the world, I think the world is balanced so that whenever the birth rate goes up so does the suicide rate. World make way, my uterus is sprouting.
I am excited for beginnings without endings.