just a young american

i yawmed and my head and eyes went black out and then came back to reality or whatever what was reality anyway...my lips are peeling but not chapped still soft..strange. is it milk or is it art? i could never tell between the two. i could never tell between anything and i could never decide don anything either. which was it? ah, who cares. "who gives a care", said an 8 year old me. i hat(ed) that statement. just take it to the cobbler, make yourself some cobbler and once it's fixed then you get them back, better than they ever were before. sometimes they're worn out, but hey babe, talk a walk on the nude wild open side. i it's broken, fix it. if it's fixin, break it. it's never too late, because you can always wake up and start all over. jump in the bath and say, i love me.












i wonder what came up on gewgle images before the movie debuteted