On growth
the growth of airplanes, love, people, money.
the money is my hand which can be at any set amount grows and shrinks depending on the ground im walking on. its just wild!!!
i havent grown at all however so sometimes i lose the desire to gauge the object that I am holding, if not money, than love. I just do it no matter if it is eating me alive or disappearing into a floss box.
New York has fucked me up.
I've been sitting in a massage chair feeling uncomfortable because its not normal to sit in a salons massage chair for 4 hours and try to sleep. Ive traded my uncomfortability for a hundred dollars but that hasnt solved anything and I just need to get the fuck out of new york.
Hello viktor
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