quasi_sean

Written on a bathroom wall: I like a homo, but feel Queer about it....

So what do I really do in those lapses in time where I feel like I've been away from myself for a good half an hour but in all actuality, oh....three minutes? I imagine I go off into the middle of nowhere, someplace that has never heard of grass, trees, water, barns, milk, or the Backstreet Boys. I do all sorts of impersenations for the fairies that pay full price because after all, this is a business and people like me do have to eat.
Am I a selfish artist? I'd like to think I do this for the fans. Maybe someday I'll do a free festival tour and call it Bawl-a-palooza and we'll all do nothing but cry for nine strait days and nobody can feel ashamed to be emo and all boys can hug each other and no metal heads w/mullets are invited to spit slurs at us and we can drink chocolate milk and Jack Black has to come cause I think even he needs a good cry now and then.
All this happens in the time it takes me to walk from the urinal to the sink and wash my hands?
My God...I hope I don't talk to myself as I do this...
but maybe that would be funny too.