Liassons
So. I seem to have a knack for annoying people with my impatience.
My excessive adoration.
My get-to-the-pointisms.
But It's quite ok, b'cause I'm going to be an disaffected artist one day...working steadily in whatever venue. Shining my shoes and exfoliating my mind.
And, It's ok b'cause I live next door to a crazy boy that sings haunting operatic overtures while he rides his four-wheeler and I fish over a steely, ruffled lake in my nightgown.
With only the silver-laced clouds to keep us company.
My excessive adoration.
My get-to-the-pointisms.
But It's quite ok, b'cause I'm going to be an disaffected artist one day...working steadily in whatever venue. Shining my shoes and exfoliating my mind.
And, It's ok b'cause I live next door to a crazy boy that sings haunting operatic overtures while he rides his four-wheeler and I fish over a steely, ruffled lake in my nightgown.
With only the silver-laced clouds to keep us company.