Hobo
Hipster
Hayseed
Homeless
Hot
Haggard
Humid
Holistic
Everything is talked about being cool and no one has anything to say except for what cool is. Often I want to be a vagrant on the street.
I see so many homeless in my daily life... I often misspell daily dailey. Why is that?
When I see them, I hear their pleas. I see their limps. I feel their war stories... The words!!! They drip from their mouths like blood from a wound, and the vampire I am licks it up. Kitty milk. Dont consider it a form of revelry.
This empathy/sympathy/pity/y/y/y HURTS. Every day I see the sign or a sign that says, I have liver disease. I got a job but I was fired after 2 days.
I am a black ninja.
I wont lie to you. Its for beer.
HOMO
This is where the attraction and the allure come in.
I feel it, and I hear it, and sometimes I smell it but a large part of me wants the street life 24/7 all the time and through all the pain... Do I deserve to be where I am?
I question my place, and what I really want out of this life and this place. But minute by minute I find myself saying Why the hell do any of us persist with this daily toil? Are we appreciated? Are we respected? Are we valued?
If the voice of a leper woman from
All I think, and all I love, and all I yearn is music, travel, love, and fashion. The music and the fashion and the philosophy all melt together in the heat and quickness, and still I find myself avoiding and procrastinating with my craft.
I know I am meant to do it, but I almost flirt with it knowing that its the one I will marry, so before I put the ring on, I want to play the field for a while.
I moved here to make music. I am coming up on my 1-year anniversary living in
That anniversary is June 25th. It is 5 days before my parents 27-year anniversary. 20 days after my 26th birthday.
Delightful.
Another year on the streets.
*$9!
Corocet
Currently listening : Élan Vital By Pretty Girls Make Graves Release date: 11 April, 2006
