thursday, december 9

santa, i have a wish for x-mas. i'd like to wake up x-mas morning and find myself 54 years old. i want to find myself having had a good life, and be economically comfortable. i want to find myself living in my own little house, with a small garden where carrots and lettuce likes to grown. --- i know that sounds really corny. i don't care. i hate the uncertainty of youth. i hate not having a clue. i hate not even having a direction. i don't want to have to deal with new people in cycles, i don't want to have to rely on other people, i don't want to wonder when my future is going to happen. --- i want to live in the butterfly house i visited yesterday with angela and garrett. i see myself sitting on a bench for hours and hours reading calm books while red and gray and black butterflies flutter and settle on my clothes. i want a cup of tea. i want warm misty clouds and tropical plants. i want a gardener. --- but most of all, i want a fruit-cake. so. come on. send me a fruit-cake. i dare you. nyah nyah.

GOD says: "FISH-HEADS, FISH-HEADS, ROLY POLY FISH-HEADS! you people come up with the craziest songs."

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