I want...
oil paints are embedded in my fingernails, the pads of my thumbs. I painted my nose pistachio by mistake, and now I can't get rid of that freshly-decayed smell.
I have no time for a personality - I am merely a dramatic reactionary. hello. (call me tourettic, I'll call you a fool)
as of this instant: I am nothing to respect.
soon: this will come and go and i'll have nothing to show for it but a painting of that other tall blonde.
but hey - for now, I've got the shouting out of sentence fragments thing covered, with extra flailing.
postscript: for some reason, I've agreed to pose in a bikini in the snow. (hypothermia, frostbite, IS MY FRIEND)
postpostscript: salsa dancing has given me arthritic hips. and if you're still reading this, you're crazier than I am.
I have no time for a personality - I am merely a dramatic reactionary. hello. (call me tourettic, I'll call you a fool)
as of this instant: I am nothing to respect.
soon: this will come and go and i'll have nothing to show for it but a painting of that other tall blonde.
but hey - for now, I've got the shouting out of sentence fragments thing covered, with extra flailing.
postscript: for some reason, I've agreed to pose in a bikini in the snow. (hypothermia, frostbite, IS MY FRIEND)
postpostscript: salsa dancing has given me arthritic hips. and if you're still reading this, you're crazier than I am.