I AM NOT A BUS DRIVER
i am not a bus driver.
i am not a janitor.
i am working changing adult diapers on may day.
i am not going to minneapolis tomorrow.
i am finishing school.
i am throwing caution to the wind and farting my way across continents and oceans as soon as its over.
i will come back to manitoba.
i will come back to bc.
i will learn for free and live for free, and work on a farm.
i love the ukulele.
and i love copwatch.
i also love how active this city is. alive and crawling with filthy dissent, spitting dust in the eyes of the 'law' and flailing with too many projects, too little time.
i am not a janitor.
i am working changing adult diapers on may day.
i am not going to minneapolis tomorrow.
i am finishing school.
i am throwing caution to the wind and farting my way across continents and oceans as soon as its over.
i will come back to manitoba.
i will come back to bc.
i will learn for free and live for free, and work on a farm.
i love the ukulele.
and i love copwatch.
i also love how active this city is. alive and crawling with filthy dissent, spitting dust in the eyes of the 'law' and flailing with too many projects, too little time.