scissorbomb

i don't know if i want to be charlie or simply be with her, running wild on some rooftop with my head shaved. fuck work and school and men men men.

i say this because i don't have work and school doesn't start until winter session: i've been on hiatus and i'm going crazy (to paint the walls or myself, where's my whiskey?)

i do miss my whiskey... i miss whiskey even when i've got a bottle rounding sweet in my palm. wtf, man?

action. ACTION. NOW. something happen. i'm going out of my gourd.