garbage
I want some adventure. I was thinking of maybe, quite possibly, should I dare, to hitchhike to New York and try to scam a flight to London.
I want to be with my jules, silkscreening in some squat, drinking cheap 65 cent wine with fresh stolen fruit, walking to the beach barefoot and laying out topless, dancing with drawn on moustaches, eating hand made vegan tortillas, laying with my fag husband yelling about his pringle addiction...i miss it.
It's all some foreign hope right now. One day I'll lay my guts out across the surface and manifest it all.
I think I just need something anything
I love writing about nothing.
I want to be with my jules, silkscreening in some squat, drinking cheap 65 cent wine with fresh stolen fruit, walking to the beach barefoot and laying out topless, dancing with drawn on moustaches, eating hand made vegan tortillas, laying with my fag husband yelling about his pringle addiction...i miss it.
It's all some foreign hope right now. One day I'll lay my guts out across the surface and manifest it all.
I think I just need something anything
I love writing about nothing.