February 2012
4 posts
American narcissism and acculturated desolation
THAT IS WHAT I FEEL, THAT IS WHAT IS CHOKING ME.
i am dying to be free
all i want to do is dance, be naked, roll in the grass, hold hands and eye contact, scream at the top of my lungs, sing mediocre, sing off key, pretend to be someone else, have no connection to “the real world”, throw my cell phone in the ocean, throw myself in the ocean, get on a plane to wherever, get stuck, get lost, have absolutely no money, have absolutely no obligation, believe...