I feel self centered, and self important to keep starting these things up. I want one to stick, so I can keep writing.
So there.
He looked at her. She was a small girl. Delicate and nimble. He wanted to place her above them all. To have her sit on throne. He wanted her to show her wings. She sat on the sidewalk and took a drag out of her cigarette. “Come on, Peter, I need to get back before the last train.”
The Crap That Keeps Me Awake- 1
I have no tattoos. I most like will never get any. I have no real issue with them. I just am incredibly indecisive. About everything. Like my meals, job, life. I am a flip flopping see saw of a human. Only in the last few years have I gotten a grip of my desires to the point where I can go get them. Therefore the idea of having something permanent on me makes me freak out a bit.
Which is highly entertaining in a way. As I love tattoos on other people. I find it beautiful. Me, well, I’m a wuss or something.
Anyway. I was thinking about this, I stumbled on a photo of a girl that was maybe 19 with Vegan across her chest. In HUGE letters. Which brings me to another thought. There is almost nothing about me that I hold exactly the same as 10 years ago. 10 years ago I would have been covered in Phish tattoos, which now I would be mortified over. You know, if she sticks with it for life. Good for her. That is something awesome, but on the other hand, if when homegirl is 40 sitting outside of some burger joint in a tank top eating a pound of cow with her big ass Vegan tattoo, I’m going to want a pic of that.
Which then made me feel bad about being judgemental about stupid stuff.
Sweep my mess away
Leave my body, leave my bones
Leave me holding, leave my soul
Leave me nothing I don’t need at all
Nothing I don’t need at all
