cravings

park swings
mood slings
bee stings

live shows
knee deep snow

floating, flying
waking up before dying

holding hands
strangers' beds
mussed up hair
blankets
naked
grass
bikes and booze
weed, acid, shrooms
love
life
fucking

rain
saying no to being sane

tree houses
street mouses

listening and whispering
tugging and kissing

packs
slacks
small racks

perfume and cat-eyes
phone calls, no lies

boys
beards
tattoos

my mind is going 8,000,000 miles a minute right now. i live for days like these.
i can feel all my atoms buzzing on crack.

fuccckkk yesss for mania. i'm gonna run around until coughing violently forces me to stop. i feel like rae in black snake moan with this hacking cough.


none of this was meant to make sense or rhyme or be poetry. douche-bag of the century right here, but i don't currrrrrr.