I write much in the same way that I act; floating around from place to place, feet barely touching the ground, face forever turned towards the sky, letting sunlight warmth radiate inwards. Or less poetically, I’m ADD.
I have a love of bubble baths. I like curling up in the tub, feeling the walls close around me. It gives me
a sense of security, of balance in the chaos. I’m like the guy from big fish; I need to submerge myself in water every so often, or face “being dried out.”
Ah everyday life, thou art so soporific. How exciting be it the cooking of noodles for morning, noon, and night. All I can think to write: “I cannot wait for summer, I cannot wait to wear jorts.” Jorts? Oh they’re just jeans cut into shorts. They’re a thing of rednecks, hipsters, and my mother. I’m going to play on paint now.
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