woollyflocked

Well, my teeth hurt.

and I don't know what I want to do.

And I'm not looking at the keyboard as I'm tayping this.

And I want everybody in the world to know my name.

And I'm all ideas in my head while the wind is blowing

and I hear the recycling truck dump cans into their truck

And I'm not looking back

and I'm frustrated with uncreative writing

and I want someone to hug me

and my knees hurt

and I'm imagining not putting together my prints for the show

and I want to live in a tiny village or something

or have a truck

and I burped and imagined mara heard it in her bed and was annoyed with how frustrating I am

and I'm picking at my skin