Hello again.
I should have stayed away and gone to do something else but I said fuck it so I could write this because it's like therapy to me sometimes. I am bored, tired and a little hungry.
Contemplating a life of a Henry Darger type existence is not appealing in the least bit to me these days. I don't want to be forgotten-to be something to someone who will only know of me when I'm gone. I want to be alive and vital and frightening to the world. I want it to shake when I walk and I want it fear my words when I speak. I want to be outside rather than inside and I want to hear yes instead of no.
I want to make people happy and stop being compulsive about being perfect. This is very hard so I'm going to get
some pancakes right now, have a cup of good coffee and catch a movie.
I should have stayed away and gone to do something else but I said fuck it so I could write this because it's like therapy to me sometimes. I am bored, tired and a little hungry.
Contemplating a life of a Henry Darger type existence is not appealing in the least bit to me these days. I don't want to be forgotten-to be something to someone who will only know of me when I'm gone. I want to be alive and vital and frightening to the world. I want it to shake when I walk and I want it fear my words when I speak. I want to be outside rather than inside and I want to hear yes instead of no.
I want to make people happy and stop being compulsive about being perfect. This is very hard so I'm going to get
some pancakes right now, have a cup of good coffee and catch a movie.
brocklee:
where the hell have you been?
brocklee:
ahh sometime in sept...man..F*&( making people happy...r u happy?