I want to have purple hair and wear flannel shirts in ugly colors with black jeans and bowler hats, gold jewelry, pocketwatches, bonfire parties, boys who drink cheap beer and smoke good weed, talk about science fiction, dance to bad music, feel my teeth chatter from that good kind of nervous, feel warm at all the right times, never feel anxious about wanting a hug from the boys, listening to Stars while looking at the stars, lying on the roofs of people's cars, running in the streets with sparklers and eating stale candy.
No pumpkin smells, no splintering leaves, no winds that make you want to run inside with your head in your hands.
Purple hair and a gold-studded black leather bag is all I can do, I'm afraid.
While thoughts about touching and telling teachers about toking teem about my mind, I'll tell you this now, Kitty- There are more pills in our future.
Wonderdrugs.
No comments:
Post a Comment