huh

i don't make enemies and i don't make friends
i like being hard to find
my favorite smell is white lilacs
i feel like gravity doesn't apply to me

i guess i don't make friends or enemies

anemia fucking blows:
a: schoolin'+ faintin',

b: call in sick and paint/ find somthing new to hear and explore it,
work on bio while watching full metal jacket, get high and take my hound for a walk,
pancakes for dinner.

bbbbbb!

things i know for sure

i want people to continually be wondering where the fuck i am.

i want to always have the same things in my bag,

i want to replace things only if they must be replaced.

i'll be given a lift, and return the favor to another later,

i'll follow maps, and walk down highways, and walk down rivers, and walk down alleys.

food will be a goal, not and expectation.

i want to see every face, play cards, touch every building, and be guided by all the lights of every city.

i'll eat what i have been given, and work when i need to give.

ill worship the bodies that i need to.

i will love everyone and maybe they will love me

the music that needs to flourish though me will.

and i will meet all those people that can do the same with their actions

i will go wherever my eyes see that perfect mess, 

(be)auty hunter,

(ra)mblin' woman.