chuba

It's raining in the wine country. The earth is drunk and littered with fools. I spent an hour in rush hour only to be bored with loved ones. I spent five minutes with this message as an excuse to be alone. Alone with all of you. My body is changing every second, is dying every time it feels more alive, is waiting to stop waiting, is not my own, is laughing every time it is loved, is punching invisible ninjas because it can, is hungry to sit in movie so it can talk about it intelligently later, is trying to look right in this coat, is loving pizza but wishing to never eat again, is using body language on purpose, is missing some of the words. My mind is stupid when it feels smart, is tired of the word is, ain't gonna get my taxes done, ain't gonna expect nothin' from the man, ain't gonna expect nothin good anyway, ain't seeing authority in action, ain't ready to not hear from people, ain't even realized how much it misses it's friends, ain't trying to care about buying too expensive a gift for someone, ain't knowing why it does anyway. I like art people. I like the movie Me And You And Everyone We Know. I want to be famous, and I think I'm ready because I'm too vain to be happy with myself. I'm in love with someone who feels the same, but she's more practical than me. I hope I'm charming enough to destroy reality.


P.S. I really like the term "BAT COUNTRY". It just keeps popping into my head today.