my feet hurt

[jim_stencil]

i miss home. i never do my work. my hair is far more pale and i can hear my folicles crunch when i touch them,

i want what i need but i cant have it. i wan to smell the air of sf and feel the hills under my feet, and cuddlle my beautiful mickey and casey

last night we were looking at orion's belt at the same time and a shooting star flew across it and spoke to me. you cant deny the stars.

i love it. i hate my need for sex. i am happy.